The Magy Wagy
The Waggy Maggy
The Watusi
The Twist
My toilet runneth over
My warring thoughts as I recover from the
Twist and tune
to
June 7
Sunday morning
What better way to escape this foggy crawl than with a dose of rage…
Ahhhhhhhhh!
There is a fat orangutan screaming and lunging at Kristin Welker and my heart is pumping like I just ran a 9.57 100 m.
Good morning
Good morning
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* Bloog Mandrake condemns all forms of violence and would never participate in nor encourage any threats against insects much less “higher” species. All I am saying is I’m pro natural death. Dear Donald,
give death a chance. Let your organs fail. Do it for the least of us. A final, finally, one act of service to the well being of the whole. I mean, you gotta go one day. Right? Do it soon after the elections like a Christmas present maybe. Give Melania a reason to finally enjoy Christmas.
We can wrap Melania up like a little Christmas prostitute finally finding some Christmas spirit. Focus your mind on the key. Finality. The bursting of your belly and the silence of your voice. People everywhere are interested in your health, Donald. It fills my feed but I maintain you’re not dying fast enough because as a leach when you are dead there will be no legacy unlike those who gave something. You will be the butt of a joke into eternity when you are thought of at all. Just another loser. Jim Jones with a mushroom dick.
Wait! How the hell did Kanch Pintell get in here? Kanch Pintell had a vision and was sure you saw it too. Is he still in charge of the Funereal Boogaloo of Intellijence and are we all not fucked?
Look. Instead of not dying he grew two mushrooms and a smile. I don’t know what we’re going to do. He just got released from Walter Reed with a green balloon of wealth. As long as he keeps sprouting mushrooms he may exist for many more dickcheneys yet.
Oh my GAWD. He just posted this AI image on his Troofzoshial. We all you know you have two mushroom dicks now, Donald, and you were never never that skinny.
Okay great. Look at your final self portrait created by that shit heal AI. Here are your mushroom dicks and you as you would like to be remembered. So let the weight and responsibilities of your office finally hit you and DIE. Think of the children and I don’t mean the ones you wanted to fuck. If ever there was a president fit to die in office to further the fantasy of Real America this is the one. A natural death as if our combined wishes determined it. That’s an America I can delude myself into. Do do it, Donald. USA USA !! Be the first president to croak vomiting on the resolute desk while addressing the nation. A fitting end to you and a proper place to start the despongification.
Which Billionaire will America choose to own it after all the mushrooms are gone? This is a question for a future post and I procrastinate to get right on that. The best guess of my brain matters. Stay ruined or come together. Time will lie. Always.
June 8
Monday morning
I’m going back to bed.
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