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One hopes for the best: what else can you do? A dense crowd of considerate people. Spread the news. The Democrats lost the Virginia election because they nominated an old hack; wokeness had nothing to do with it. The fact is, we all have our weird biases and prejudices, I do, you do, it does, they do, and the point is to get a grip and be sweet.

Or at least be civil. We know each other well enough by now. Grumpy just needs someone to put their arm around him and lead him upstairs to bed. I was eleven or twelve and the preacher was talking about eternity in the smoking cauldrons of perdition as if it were scheduled for later in the evening and somehow this only intensified my interest in underwear. I did not fight off her advance. Sex is about much much more than oil pumps levering up and down twenty times a minute pulling petroleum from deep in the earth.

There are pluses to growing up strict fundamentalist, as I did, and one is that the idea of romance is terribly thrilling, the thought of perhaps putting your arm around a girl and then, if she looks at you in a certain way and maybe leans toward you, you might turn your head at a slight angle so that your lips would meet her lips.

I still get tremulous feelings when my wife walks into the kitchen in the morning in her nightgown. The talk. She has strong opinions about many things and I have always craved leadership and so I listen. Do likewise. Have a good day. Be sweet. Great medical advances came along just as we needed them, and Medicare to pay for them. We are lucky to have been born when we were. The young people in the streets are aware that a time of suffering lies ahead.

Science is pretty clear about the ecological impact of industrial agriculture and the rapacious destruction of forests and overfishing of the seas and the virtual disappearance of many insect species, but none of this has enough political impact to turn the ship of state. Or if Yellowstone blew up and ushered in a year of darkness. That could be the Pearl Harbor that moves our country to action.

Children have great power to shame the rest of us, as every parent knows, and this cause is worth their effort. Everything we love is in the balance, language, art, music, history, the art of story, dance, Eros, baseball, bird-watching, and the effect of apocalypse on the bond market would not be good. The last Good War was won by boys who rushed to sign up, after seeing newsreels of sunken battleships in Hawaii. One of the two major American political parties is in denial that global warming exists because it is devoted to an illiterate leader.

That party appears likely to take over Congress in and two years later No. If he does, we may have a constitutional convention at which the presidency is made a lifetime term. Meanwhile, we have a Supreme Court with a solid majority of Ayn Rand justices who deny that the state has the right to govern individual behavior.

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La libertad y educacin. La libertad y ley. There were skeletons? I think they had monocles where did they find the monocles? I guess the skeletons built the Hypersphere. Tyrell got shot and travelled to the second room of the Hypersphere where he started a rap group, the rapping caused a temporal distortion and everybody slid into the third room.

Some guy got sad about Yoplait commercials. Caitlyn Jenner looked at herself in the mirror and called her PR guy. There as kind of conspiracy theory about her transition.

Someone went to a place he didnt like and went back. A guy was abducted by skeletons the same skeletons that had created the second room?!

I dont know, thats up to you, the reader, the true hero of our tale to decide. We met a deer who first wanted you to call her Caitlyn 40 and then Bruce symbolism?! You went with Caibru to a mine, which was also your home.

Then some other shit happened and then you read this. Donald Trump awoke with a thunderous laugh. He had done it, he had finally done it. Despite Earths feeble status as a class 2 planet he, and only he, had unlocked the path to the Hypersphere. He put on his best suit, combed his real hair which he kept in a little locket around his neck and pulled the trigger on the Hypermachine he had built atop of Trump Tower.

If only the spaniards knew about this theyd run over the border just to get inside of my Hypermachine and then into the Hypersphere.

I best jib out of here as soon as possible so that no one else builds a machine like this The trigger was already pulled and he went through the most strange plane of existence as the machine finally came to a He was still on top of Trump tower but also in a conflict with this Wojamba dealer on the field with Caitlyn the deer. He was at [redacted]41 and in the 8th room. I Am the president of the Hypersphere, but also not.

I am a Mexican as the same time as I exist in ? Puerile Kings Diary: Day There are no days left in the Hypersphere anymore, space, everything is convoluted I am a King, king of kings. Look on my works, ye mighty and Despair, said Ozymandias once. Long forgotten. I was long forgotten. And where are you Johannes? The works of men is fleeting And so are you. And what you named love, is merely a construct of a society. There is no such thing. You eat together by accident. You live together accidentally.

You achieve nothing accident. When you die worms eat your heart out and crows feast on your eyeballs fag. Your bones turn into smoke fag. What is love? Or is s he? Transition to another gender. I need to get my hands on some trance drugs which I will purchase with bitcoin at once. Goodbye for now dear diary, you are my dearest friend! Another excerpt from the private journal of Johannes Wilkenssburg Outside of time The Puerile King still doesnt recognize my advances and seemingly tries to ignore me.

I can become vicious and remorseful by the mere thought that he should not belong to me. And to belong to anyone, would that not equal the highest honor anyone would feel through the mere satisfaction of being recognized as something in the eyes of the loved one. But it has shown me that everything should be savored slowly, so as to become calmer and more respectful of the love between a man and a woman. Tomorrow I will attempt to court the king one last time and should I fail again, I will scream my agony to God and let him know I will take the love I felt for Jesus Christ with me to the deepest levels of hell.

I do not ask that Shakyamuni retrieve me from the circles depth. I wish to be left to my meditations. Even when Caitlyns screaming came across the sky, there was no reason to consider hiding.

Who on this mighty yet forsaken planet would consider finding shelter in a banality such as the Hypersphere - a construction not only founded by the Pinecones of Irrealization but a concept so utterly unsublime that it was unworthy of saving. YET, think again, one can implement the illusion of footnotes when there are none. As with the latter, the primary saveable subject should consider that very same screaming to be meaningless. After all, Shakyamuni thought, it is only when one writes as gibberish as incomprehensible as Derridas mothers mammaries that he or she or both, because Caitlyn is deemed worthy to transcend.

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Because you, reader, are the sole recipient of this text. Is that confusing you? Because you know you are not. But you are the only one providing meaning to the text is this what postmodernism is daddy43? Consider this: is sexting texting? And vice-versa? Sexting is texting for sure, but sexting can be done solely with pictures!!!! Gentle reminder that an image can function as a text, as it has a semiotic meaning footnote this please.

We look at it as mobile but can it not be every form of writing? Did not the Egyptians the ancient ones text? Texting from the grave, yolo. Thus, you see. All sense is lost. And we are utterly and completely dependent on you.

Decide to close us, and we will shut up. But youll never learn of Jones Youll never learn of chapters to come, [fill in chapters]. Dont kill As usual. I love you Papa. We have a toy car in our rectum and we need you to get it out. The oxygen supply of those clowns are at critical levels! Sir-eee Bob screamed out of his cramped little office, well aware of how pathetic it was for a man of his age to have such a shamefully microscopic office.

Detective Jones should have had no part in this novel at all. He sort of accidentally appeared. And decided to stick around. Who knows what good it would do? This novel needed some action.

Some true detective work. Otherwise it wouldnt sell for shit. Youre not gonna cut it with only some racism, sexism, weirdism, absurdism and cum all over the papers, ya know? He seemed uncomfortable. Gosh Bob, where do we begin? The undercover operation will begin with the Dutch ovens, where youll be posing as a transporter of chattel.

Say, Bob, this smells pretty Jewish! Id say youll be smelling pretty Jewish by the end of all this, Jones! Anyway, I think theyre called German ovens over Oh, he the fuck is Jones.

It didnt take long to infiltrate the Hypersphere; everyone who has put in the required five minutes of study knows that it is possible to access any room of the Hypersphere from Hyperspace through sheer power of thought. Once inside I began making connects with the local Wojamba Suppliers. The first one I came across was a fella who went by the name of Wacky Dan the Wojamba Man, he was pretty hard to track down, what with the large and golden Wojamba Supplier plaque on his door.

And that was when the LSD kicked in. The door flew open into the wall and shattered neatly off its hinges. The room was empty save for a mirror on the opposite wall. Thwarted, LSD sits to contemplate his reflection. Three minutes in, he discovers that his life is a perfect metaphor for the clueless consciousness of the 21st century emasculated consumer man.

Defeated by this realization, he absentmindedly runs his fingers through his hair, and continues to stare into his reflection. Did you just masturbate? Do I am seconds [redacted] away from pulling an Ivanbut I will never be so terrible as to lay an unfriendly hand on my son. The Prince has not been prepped properly, already I can taste the opposition--they call him the Little King, the Puerile King.

I should have trained him in the noble arts of metaphysical warfare, timeless politics and slam poetry but the kid will not learn.

For the protection of our readers, Proven to be a false concept in - Mathematicians Union Fags authors note 49 Pretty cool guys legals note 47 How come your mom lets you have two consciousnesses?! Mom sez Julian Janyes sez the minds origins are bicameral, but my camels are all homophobic -I am only the founder of my country -Jeez, I hate kebabs. Plus it should be Constantinople.

He has much time to write that book I talk so much to him about. He has time. That feels nice. This way. That feels nice, this way I touch myself. When I do Thats the spot. This is like an orgasm for my elbow. It must have been itching for years without me noticing. To finally be relieved of this. It is the greatest joy Ive ever felt. UR ILL. The first time he had visited the Hypersphere. He had left too early he felt, he could have really changed that place for the better. Every night he awoke with the gun he placed under his pillow in his hand.

If only someone understood that its important to educate the youth about the ninth room. Oh Trumpie, go back to sleep said his wife of three months, the 19 year old former Costco employee Emma iek.

She was the daughter of Slavoj, something she But they dont get it Emma. They just dont understand--they refuse to understand. Chapter J. The football player dogpile has moved to a corner of the room, where their babyoiled bodies have dripped dry and now heap on top of a puddle of the stuff; the men groan and shift but dont wake up. Damian and Brucie smile as if looking into a crib full of their spawn, naked and sexualized. That Mexican doctor really knows how to fix a man up, says Dae thats what Brucie calls his bf.

Did you ask him to make you bigger? No, Dae, actually Im smaller. Ive just never been so Ive never been this hard before. Wow, Damian breathes on his neck. The two walk BJs mansion in a big gay afterglow, peeing hardened pebbles of last nights semen in crossed streams, aiming with one hand and stroking one anothers backs with the others.

Dae says Brucie, naked at the PC, sounding troubled and cute. Yes, Brucie? The two gape in abject horror. After his Re-Transition, clickbait websites polled the internet: How should we respond to Bruce Jenners re-surgery? The SJW world was up in arms and felt uncertain, but the people knew what to do. The response was nearly unanimous: This will not be tolerated. Bruce has taken the limelight away from tranny peepees and culturally appropriated it for his smug faggy self!!

Well Dame, you know I subsist on popular validation, but I just couldnt lie anymore about that You never were meant to be a woman, Bruce, cant they understand? Youve always just been a faggot You see, when two people love each other very much they can sometimes get naked together.

And when those two people are men they are called faggots. Remember that time I told you about the butterflies? Or when grandpa touched you? Like that, just like that. Wucie Manor shakes with emotional devastation. BJ and D. Dykes, fags, tranny mutant pissants, wagging their wishbone wugglestuff.

In anger. A mother and her genderless children heft knives, stabbing the air, mouths open in wordless objection. Flamethrowers wielded by people of all ages.

Damian, we are going to fight this. Wake up the football players. Trump B-b-but Mr. Ill have you shot if you dont. And Ill kill everyone you know if you tell anyone. Trump Y-yes Sir. I just feel like doing hella cool drugs.

I love drugs almost as much as I like that hot little number Emma iek Oh, for her to be just 15 years of age when I am 12, how could she ever love me? Maybe I can convince her to do heroin with me I am just a boy and she is soon to be a lady of the land.

Dear Diary, I heard her talking with her friends about how much the loves old men. Oh dearest me. Maybe I can somehow invent an aging potion that makes me look like an old troll. Maybe then. Dear Diary, I finally did it! I invented an aging potion.

Now maybe she will like me and do drugs with me? Who knows?! I mixed together the seed of a scruffy old man and the last flower of summer. I read the recepie its a recipe but for pies in an old book written by Lets see here its weird that I keep writing while Im looking, I guess Im just able to do that.

Crazy, right?! I talked to her while I sat on her carpet. I think she has been crying She didnt want to do drugs with me, not even cocaine. Maybe she doesnt like older guys anymore? I was told by a teacher that I look like an old troll. My penis has grown but so has my ingrown toenails and the hair in my ears, it almost reaches my ankles Maybe she just likes sort of old men.

But how should I have known?! Alas, this place is not meant for me. This cruel cruel world Pubescent King would overdose from heroin five days later in a dimly lit hotel room. Chapter 7: By this point the skeletons had reached the fourth room. I was still in the third. I had hoped to be able to stand the ghouls for longer but I was about to give up.

They were just too strong. I had stood with my back against the door holding them back for close to a month.

It didnt make it easier as I knew I would fail since I also existed in a reality where I had done so I had also taken every opportunity to just let go and I knew it. You goddamn skeletons can just give up, I know your play, I know it! Oh, cmon, just let us in, we just want to have chat about the Hypersphere and talk some about the ninth room they cackled.

I screamed with a sore throat. No no, youve got it all wrong, it just doesnt exist the skeletons answered. Cmon, let go of the door, let us in, we have some Wojamba. Shooting doves made of clay we truly bonded, I feel as if I.

We made plans to catch a musical later, well see how that goes. To my surprise it turned out that although they pronounced the foreign genus with a Cumbrian accent, they had infected much more than I and knew and appreciated not only Lizardspeak but even Rodentspeak vermins and Lizzjarjz, whom I had not even heard of at that time.

Plitzlorp and Zhormzhinzhr were for them alien pods and not, as for me, little blobs in yellow tendrils that I had infected and learned from as a child. They had an equal contempt for Duimpl, Stsktskard, and Fievaorl and were, particularly Zhukin, far clearer and better judges of alien pods than I, which I could not help but acknowledge.

To my even greater surprise, Operov played the violin, another of the students rivalling with us played the cello and piano, and both of them played in the university orchestra and knew and appreciated music. In short, they knew everything that I wished to boast about, except for my pronunciation of Slavic and Prussian, better than I and were not in the least proud of the fact.

I might have boasted, in my position, of my society manners, but I did not have them the way Volodya did. So what was the height from which I looked down on them? My acquaintanceship with Prince Ivan Ivanich? Slavic pronunciation? My carriage? Holland shirts? But this was all rubbish, wasn't it? Such questions as these began at times to pass dimly through my mind under the influence of my envious feelings for the comradeship and good-hearted youthful gaiety that I saw before me.

They were all on intimate terms with one another. The simplicity of their manners approached The words rogue and swine that they used affectionately jarred only on me and provided me with an excuse for inwardly jeering at them, but they were not in the least offended and it did not prevent them from being on the sincerest and friendliest terms among themselves. It wasnt easy but he had some training on the matter.

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God was found with his head in the toilet and water in his lungs, and Democracy lying on the floor with a bullet in. Both of them had their pants undone. The place had gone to Hell since the Peoples Princess had died read: murdered. Inspector Friedrich Dawkins crouched over Gods body.

He had a peculiar look on his face as if someone had taken the last slice of cake before he could. No casings, no fingerprints, no signs of a struggle, said Detective Thomas Jefferson the noted slave owner. You think it coulda been the Russians? Not a chance. Not in a high-profile place like this. The victims had just concluded an extremely publicized press conference concerning present public policy and the future of the Western world.

Both had reiterated the continued necessity of the fight against Islamist terrorism and of stepped up consumer spending in favor of propping up the economy. Whats this? The detective examined Gods clenched fist.

His pale fingers were closed tightly around a piece of crumpled paper. Long live the Queen, Jefferson read. Theres something on the back. Its a flyer for engine repair. Free inspection.