Saturday, July 21, 2012

He's dead now


but in 1970, he was very much alive. He made his living being a technician water god.

His name? Never mind. It's not important, Bubba. He died from drinking dirty water filled with fluoride, chlorine, sex hormones, and mood enhancers. Yuck! he should have said. But no, he didn't complain. He was a good little boy. Like the rest of us. Good boys and girls. We won't complain.

Well, then, poison yourselves!

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Seekers of Agartha


scour the Gobi Desert for the secret doorway. Because outer earth is run by madmen and diseased whores, starving the masses of true spirituality and freedom.

I will too search out Agartha's astral threshold, in due time, but first I must properly adjust my light quotient and purify my motives, or the Knights of Inner Earth will refuse entrance.

They don't take money, or else fools would gain access.

120 Pounds of Pure


destruction. Read about the newest petite bomb that can obliterate a culture in about three minutes and thirty seconds.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

You Just Wouldn't BELIEVE How Much Money I've Got


You couldn't fathom it, my friend. I can't even wrap my head around it. And it's my money! I'm telling you, folks, you just wouldn't be able to grasp how much I've actually got.

I could kill myself, that's how dizzy I get trying to understand it.