bananaramalangadingdong I just won the lottery

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I won the lottery:

Today! This morning, I got a phone call while I was brushing my teeth in the bathtub.

I am totally serious dude. I called jane at work and told her and she quit her job on the spot and came home and we made love. I matched all 49 numbers and so I won 49 million dollars.

I'm gonna invest all my money in the banks and I would predict the stockmarkets demise. I would drill for oil and not coal and I would make plutonium for the US government to get even richer because we all know that MONEY TALKS and I can be rich IF THERE IS A NUCLEAR WAR. My advice to you is this, Buy War Bonds!!!

I think the darn goverenamenta is going to take some or all of my money in taxes. They called me right away after the lottery people. I was pooingink into the toilet at that point. I like to shit when I am proud and happy. It makes me feel...

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So they phoned and said they wanted to build a womens shelter or a rape room or a hospital or a nuclear testing facility and I said: "No way uncle Sam I am keeping it and I am moving it offshore to the camans."

But they informed me that since this is the State lottery that there are rules and I have to pay back 30% no matter what and also I can't bring more than $88,000 out of the country per year. I phoned up a lawyer and apparently that is the damn law so I am screwed. Every year they plan to take off $3 million dollars in taxes to give to gay orphans to have abortions or something. Damn it! I voted for George Bush and yet I am still being taxed.

First thing I am going to buy is a new car. I'm going to buy a mustang because its about KEEPIN IT REAL. a mUSTANG IS A NICE CAR ... Oh, I'm too rich and lazy now to correct my typeing... A mustang is a real car because I'm not going to change one bit. I'm gonna stay true.

Then I'm gonna invest and get a lawyer. I'm going to buy copyright royalties. I'm going to copyright all the colours on my body and any time anybody tries to use those colours I'll sue them and You know I'll win because I can afford 8 million dollars worth of lawyers!!! I'll bribe the judge or congress. Either way, you better paint your house soon because I'm going to own the rainbow and you're gonna owe me bigtime.

FUCK i'VE HIT THE PAYDIRT BIGTIME!!!

It's like I found oil or gold or something. There is a rush in my head right now. I feel like eating gold and oil. I think I'll do that. A golden hamburger. From McDonalds.

I'm going to buy a Mcdonalds and I'm going to make it out of solid gold. The whole damn thing even the toilets and the burger wrappers... I'm going to make that place heavy. The windows will be sheets of daimond. It will be on main street and 28th and everything else will be normal about the store except that it will be solid gold. The food will come with golden ketchup made of gold. The gold in each burger will be worth a few hundred dollars but I'm going to sell them for $2.99 like normal. But people aren't allowed to just not eat the burger and take the gold and go sell it for cash. No way hose, they gotta eat it. There will be an armoured guard with a machine gun and he will shoot you if you don't eat the burger and try to just sell it. And that will be legal to get shot for that because anyone who comes in the door will have to sign a specific waiver allowing that. That's the only way in which it will be different from a regular McDees.

That and the floor will be made of giant televisions and they will be showing the 9/11 ejaculatory cum shot of the plane smashing into the second tower from all angers on a constant loop. The floor will be plate glass, 1 inch thick. And there will be large plasma TV screens pressed up underneath, all of them showing the same thing and the entire floor, even in the bathroom, with the 9/11 moneyshot.

Some people may call me sick for doing all this but you bet I will! The world is mine now, now that I have all this money. If you want to change that then you have to change the rules of the game and the game is too big for you because I got all the money and guns now.

I'm going to buy a tank and drive it around town instead of a car. Fuck the mustang. I'm going to drive over people's mustangs. Send your complaints to:

Wal-Mart Store #2947
	9000 N.E. Hwy 99 Vancouver, WA 98665

Because I'm gonna buy that store. Then when I own it I will attack it militarily and pay the employees $5 an hour to stay inside and fix things as I break them. This is the FREE Market and I beleive in FREEDOM now baby! I'm going to buy a fleet of Hummers. Real hummers, not the sissy H2. I'll mount artillary on the top and then attack the Wal-Mart with heavy shelling. It will be OK because I'll buy them from the government army and get a license and make a big DONATION to the Hood Canal Base Charity Fund. Yessiree, I'm givin money to charity now. Heave gun metal charity!

Then I'm going to pretend to be a donar to some art mueseums and the library of congress and offer to buy them/sponsor them. Then one night I'll have a big orgy with all the latest hollywood stars and then set the buildings on fire! Literally!

I'm going to be a born again Xian ['Christian' for those of you that don't know the sign 'X' of the cross] I'm going to burn down all of it. I'm going to pledge my soul to Haliburtan and the Catholic Church. I'm going to molest little boys. I'm going to start my own religious death cult and found an new state just like the mormans. I'll send young men into the army and off to war and the government will give me subsidies for my recruitment bioengineering church.

And I'll breed fish. Fish with baby monkeys. Breed babies from the third world with crocodiles. I'll do that in secret. Lets see if a human embryo is viable with gills!?!?

Oh baby, I am so glad I won the lottery. Now I'm going to BE the bank and I'll write my own checks and loan money to the city when times are tough. Oh boy. Time for fun and adventure. I've got power now and you don't.

I went to the graveyard to pay my respects and to feel humble, to get some perspective on life and death. Fuck THAT! Those jerks are all DEAD and I can piss on their graves and they can do nothing at all about it! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAA

Are you Patriotic?

BEGIN May 4th

Kanada is an Iriqwuis {?} word for paradise. The lasd over the hills with pleantiful trees, animals and wealth. America is a term for the promised land. The place Columbus and Vasco de Gama tried to find. A new worlds, free of the original sin, a place for gods chosen people to set up shop, rape, pillage, exterminate, export the gold and spices. Is it any wonder that Isreal and America are close allies. They practically have the same name. Notice how in that New world they now like to be called 'Americans' in America rather than in the United states. Lets forget the south and remember that it is the gun that is mighty, hte gun and the lie of propaganda.

As born into being a Canadian I'd like to think that the promise land of prosperity that the NDNs dreamed was in facty a real place where real wealth existed but you were not going to get it if you didn't take care of the land.

Canada is supposed to be a federation - just like the United States of America - of seperate, distinct, autonomous societies. That was the ideal. But we still have the Queen on our money and that represents English Canada's renegging on the deal with the Quebequois and NDN nations and newly immigrated societies from Asia, the Carribbean and the rest of Europe.

So I say, what is this canadian Unity ideal then? Why should that be in opposition to Quebec soveirgnty? If we are all distinct diverse and soveirgn then we may one day acheive a Canadian Unity. If not then we are just another empire set to dominate until failure and counter domination. Then Canada, the real land of wealth given to us by the earth and sun and our ancestors, then that is meaningless. Why not just more America? Canada is already America if it opposes soveirgnty to all the distinct societies.

I'm after George Woodcock, that great dreamer of an equal land from coast to coast. Two oceans and a multitude of people.

Some Quebec soveirgnists have also given up the dream with their mediocre brand of racism and isolation. Let's have soveirgnty for all. Lets split off thew west coast and the east, everybody indipendant but cooperative. Lets not just have a duplicate homogenous concensus imposed by Ottawa but let that be a meeting place of rivers to cooperate.

Let's make the first nations arise from the colonial repression finally and stand soverign.

Fuck jingoism and the military. We stand in solidarity together in a borderless union of equals, sharing the wealth that was given to us.

In this Salish land now called Vancouver the wealthy NDNs only worked for subsitence 2-3 days per week and made art culture and beauty the rest of the time. Let us advance towards the progress that our foremothers once knew and forget this clock watching cock fighting way of being.

XO

Are you sick and tired of the bully of the universe telling you that he is boss and that Jesus is not?

BEGIN may day the day of janes birthaday the day after the faather of earons birthday...

This is not the last day of the year. This is the day to stand up and kill the robot.
I.U.me. she he it her yes you you Y-O-U.

You know who I am writing this for.

Time is upon us and as we sit still together alone in the dark cold room they will build more and more fences endlessly until we stop them. You can't just burn down the fences. Well, you can, but it doesn't spread too quickly. Except in the summer. It is almost the summer.

But then, fires tend to burn everything else also. I dig for fire, I know, it doesn't make sense. But deep in the earth it is very very hot, we know this.

I like to think of myself as a space astronaught rockstar wannabe super hero to you and lord over everyone else. Except when I am dreaming. In my dreams I am one of you.

But then when the night comes I get out of bed and follow the drone of the alarm clock into the tops of the office tower and out that clean squeeky window. One by one the lemmings file onwards. Tie your tie to my tie! Untuck your shirt from your pants! Forget to shine the black shoes!

You are a rebel and you know it because you buy all the right brands and that makes you a special little guy. You are a rebel because you don't buy anthing at all and that makes you a missing little guy. You are missing out on life when you are not shopping. You are giving up the power.

"Yes Ser, That may be So. However, I feel that the ends to Not Justify the means."
"Well, Well and good." I hiss back at you: "This is no time for such poppycock. Women will not ride your cock when you are such a flaccid pea hen nobody hear but tommorrow maybe one day in the event of a miracle...

Well, not me tommorrow. i choose to live life for today and there is nothing that you can do to stop me! Grab life by the balls and squeeze til it is sterile. The alcohol is 80 proof so that is proff enough of its cleanliness. And we all know what cleanliness is next to."

The bathroom is on the other side of the hall. You can vomit your meal up in there. Ma'am.
Aside: [Of course it is a Ma'am. She had long hair didn't she?]

You are not on her side anymore. You are not going to buy her breakfast. She can give it back to you into that toilet. Remember Food is the ENEMY! The nourishment for the soul is emptiness and character. Fucking up builds CHARACTER. Only a story with strong characters will compel you to read it because you are a sucker. Fucker mother brother. Don't do that to me because I won't do that to you.

The bass is thumping and the harmony is inviting. We sing a horus of electronic bloodless warfare. Lust of the ethernet please. I am not a poor man. I have my health. I have my health still, yet. Frailty is weakness.

What did the screaming breakfast make you out to be in the end of the narritive? The circle is now complete and we all feel better when there is a sense of closure. Like at the end of your real day when you put your problems to bed and get some sleep.

This is my form of nihilism.

I reject all of that.

At the end of the day I don't sleep because I cannot put it to bed for you in my mind. Because I've been feeling really horny all day. Because I want to stick it in somewhere. Because I think that maybe if I focus then I can fuck it all up. The banks and the boxes driving round in circles, the freaks in their offices with the tiny phones ring tones, the artistez and their coulture of death - the death of what little remains in the true light. We are on our way together down the road to melting polar ice caps and drilling inside the parks for just that little bit more profit to make the yearly dividend unessacery.

We smurf under a blue sky that reflects the energy of the sea. The ocean will rise and cover all the land and take you back into the generalised soup of being. We are all one has a new kind of meaning when you are struggling to differentiate yourself from the water that wants to communicate intimately with your broncheal opening. Salty brine to steralise even the most verile fuckup. Is that a gun in your swagger? Do I detect a hint of napalm under ears and wrists? Yes they use that shit still on the babies and children. Guess what another mass grave was found from the '80s when Reagan the TV hero was resident of irak.

Leave that office copier alone you. That is my broadcast ands I paid the license fees for it so now your mental space I do own. The land under feet is mine too and as far as I can piss. You can't reengineer my genes to accept that pablum Mr. Boss Sir. Y? X?

There wasn't anything left. I just finished off the leftovers. Then I rolled over in my grave and vomited up all the food I had eaten throughout my entire lifetime in order to cleanse my soul for the final awakening. The coffin slowly filled up and the lid just lifted with the tide of upchunk bubbling up from my hades pot tummy soul. The hole in my head filled the hole in your bellw with spew food that did NOT taste better coming up than it did going down. The graveyard is flooded with a sickly orange tide and the coffin lids and bloated arms and legs, partly decayed have arisen up from the earth. Remember kids, buy that new diet pill NOW or this could happen to you. Obese tubby shit head. You think with your own ideas of what is the beauty is that which is not prescribed and so we will arrest you in your sleep and you YOU -y -o -u ou ou ou ou ou you, shall keep dying until you have read all of the ingredients except for the non-medicinal ones and remember that sugar, fat, protein, starch, lipids and eggs will all kill you and then your coffin will float in vomit that came out of a supernatural belly for the guilt. Try jogging through that messy garden Bo. Flex that might shaft of Atlas under my buttocks tommorrow.

Driving cars cures cancer.

Babies say that the pope is slowly poisening them. He uses too much foul language for their impressionable minds and he always says it with sacrostant glee. Remember that the righteous are holy and that the holy are the righteous. Be still my fluttering heart for he has a nuclear man for a bomb cock and he sits indeed high as the tall man.

What for is the flash bulbs after the fact? No never, not only but except for the TV movie special. I'm not really a reporter, I just play one on TV. I remember the last time she said that too me, the secret service man asked me politely to leave with the butt of his gun blast.

Snap to the beat!

We are all so hip!

You are going to be the coolest boy of the year because you have done all the exercise that Jesus told you to and have been eating right. Righteous! Cowabunga! Me Three. Tee Vee! Hummer, baby, humm her. Boys like the lips swingin' in their face. Straddle this lazy, my corderouy today was last year's garbage pile. Now I know all about fashion so I don't waste my inefficiency on that outmodeded trashlock. Cowbells!

Remember to press record. Then you cannot miss anything at all. You can replay too infinity. How can you call us a society that likes to forget?

"But you see ---> we miss the point there,

and there,

and here."

"Nonsense dear boy, just pause the freezeframe. I am conscious of your negligence but you are just not a sharp enough competitor. Don't come crying to me about the rules of the game just because you aren't winning...

Socialism is fraud. There is nothing to be gained from sharing. We had a war on drugs and now we have a war for the new problems.

Game theory is too radical a concept for you to be allowed to hear about it. Perhaps you would notice how cooperation fits into the scheme of things. You are so alone because