Saturday, July 30, 2016
Overheard During Gay Group at Passages in Malibu
"Okay girl? I mean, I had no choice but to stop partying when every fucking time I was on one, the hills had eyes, and those eyes were wearing liquid eyeliner. And on top of that, they were gloating because I couldn't get any..."
Labels:
addiction,
characters,
crime,
divine,
frightening,
gay porn,
group stalking,
humanity,
intervention,
paranoia,
psychopharmacology,
psychosis,
reality check,
sex,
shadow,
telepathy
Friday, July 29, 2016
BREAKING (My Political Hymen)
LEWINSKY REFUSES TO ENDORSE CLINTON
Monica Lewinsky released the following statement on Hillary Clinton's run for President:
"I will not vote for Hillary Clinton. The last Clinton Presidency left a bad taste in my mouth. As we get closer to November of this election year, citizens must remember that they cannot trust Hillary Clinton on jobs. The last time she had a meaningful job, she outsourced it to me, and I blew it."
Spark It Up!
(Well, I guess it's better than: "Your teen comes home smelling like semen, and the voices in your head tell you he's on meth. Now what? MYBRATISBOGARTINGPARTYFAVORSSMIRK.ORG...")
Thursday, July 28, 2016
Well, Yeah, I Have A Good Idea of Who Hates Me and Why...
Labels:
characters,
conspiraceiling,
family,
Genius Christ - Superstar,
Golden Man,
group stalking,
half-full,
humanity,
karma,
love,
meta,
shadow,
telepathy,
truth,
twisted,
unwelcome answers
Monday, July 25, 2016
Yes, Had I Been More Circumspect...
...Not only would I have worn asbestos to the flame war with Charlie from FIRESTARTER, I also would have made sure everyone else who could have possibly been involved was protected by similar to avoid the collateral damage that has recently tried to hide itself from me. In any event, I thank one friend for giving me the credit to know that even though I might annoyingly and wrongly blame myself for what the bad guys did to him, I would soon smarten up before any such wrongthink did further damage.
Taking some time to nurse my psychic wounds, for which not even I have pity, and I hope no one else has pity for them either...
Taking some time to nurse my psychic wounds, for which not even I have pity, and I hope no one else has pity for them either...
Labels:
conspiraceiling,
crime,
disgusting,
family,
frightening,
Genius Christ - Superstar,
government,
group stalking,
half-empty,
happening,
humanity,
military,
paranoia,
shadow,
telepathy,
violence
Saturday, July 23, 2016
If I Were A Rich Man...
...I would broach the subject of underwriting the construction of a new wing at San Francisco General Hospital. It would be devoted to patients who suffer from problems that at first blush seem perfectly pedestrian but for some reason or another when those particular patients in their individual cases have those problems, they happen to piss most everyone else off, and no one can adequately explain why.
Sunday, July 10, 2016
PSA
No, seriously, I'm never doing methamphetamine again. It's just as they said, a gateway drug, leading to harder things, like erections.
(And I had no idea Nestlé owns Wonka. No wonder I never won a golden ticket. It's a conspiracy!)
(Thanks, Tina Fey...)
(And I had no idea Nestlé owns Wonka. No wonder I never won a golden ticket. It's a conspiracy!)
(Thanks, Tina Fey...)
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Monday, July 4, 2016
Apropos of Brexit... (Blech. Sit.)
Fee fie FOE fumble...
(My favorite part, of course, is when the party that fell flat on its face then pops up with a triumphant TA-DA!!!)
(My favorite part, of course, is when the party that fell flat on its face then pops up with a triumphant TA-DA!!!)
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