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You ain't gettin NO PUSSY. Cause you ain't got no money!
Take your crappy ass home bitch!
Eat this Pussy!
Suck my cock and I'll eat your pussy!
Is it less filling? No, it tastes great!
Women: Less filling, Men: Tastes Great!

Do that shit. Jesus would have. Jesus would have had an orgy for you because he loves EVERYBODY! Jesus was for real and he made love to you for real. There is cumm dripping down the walls in heaven. When you land you stroke like you just don't care.

I love 18 women all at once and I know each and every one intimately and deeply. I spend all of my time making love with my brain and/or my body. Democracy is coming but we must prevent it. Each of those women each have 36 husbands each and my goodness are they ever busy and clever ladies. They each have no time for wickedness or anything else. Only the mighty fuck. All of us each have about 10 lovers of the same gender that we tenderly embrace when the opposite sex has us frustrated and tired we stay with our own. It's a lot of work but it beats being the son of a bad man. The transgendered among us are not uniformly distributed either but they are more evenly sexed. All 7000 of us fuck and suck daily as a sort of meditative exercise. We are kind of like a new kind of larger organism made up of 7000 cells and each individual gives herself fully to the collective but is also intimately and tenderly cared for.

Aeons and Aeons ago we were skipping rope together in the cement school yard and were forced to avert our eyes if the table skirt revealed the ankle of the leggy tables too much.

THAT IS THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FACE
ON MY BASS MACHINE

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When I was alone and had nothing, I asked for a friend to help ease the pain when all I saw was pain when I'm asked who I give my unconditional love too, cept god.

You know it.

I want to say that work is the best thing to be doing when the rapture comes. I want to tell you that the sun is burning hot and the moon has stopped the earth from spinning more than once. I want to tell you that my lips are numb from kissing so freely. I want to tell you that freedom is a meaningless term of endearment to the stupid. I want you to know how I feel so there is no confusion. I want you to know that I am reading this here softly to your ears and I with nothing but love flowing into them sweetly. I with that your butterfly busom would be there to embrace me fragrantly like vanilla. I wish you would hurry up and go to do the laundry naked with your penis handing out dipped into the bleach and then rolled in laundry detergent so that the powdered flakes coat the skin like sanitary breaded chicken. Dinky skin looks like chicken skin anyways. Did you know all of that already?

I am going to pee into the dishwasher. After I poo in the sink, I will turn on the garberator cut up thing go go go.

I am so devoted to you girl in the wendy house. I am so ready to burn your hair down and build a treehouse of singed rope. I have been swimming in the leaves for too long and the monster jam on my bread is thick with maggots.

The breaded veal cutlets were just scrumptious!

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"We will keep farting a long long time,
You can't cover up that smell, not with deodourant."

"Na na na na na nee nah nah, ne ne nee whooo ga chyang ne noo,."

We will sing the praises to the great robot for he has made us so. We will buy the plastic wrapped egg salad sandwitch for 6 dollars and eat it in the safeway parking lot.

Tell me a story. Give meaning to my life. Paint a scene of tragedy, beauty or comedy for mine eyes and don't forget the flourish at the end. Remind me of a trick that was once played that almost made it all seem... Worthwhile.

Well,
I don't think so young lad.

The rumourmill is empty now. Filled to capacity and then drained, the contents beaten into a grey mush pulp and the left out to dry in large chunky turds of patience that will never be fruitful. We will keep waiting a long, long time for the right moment to come but until then we will avert our precious sorry eyeball starings, until then. But we will always die of old age first.

The tablecloth was finely woven, the most finest type of material that Japanese money could buy there in Ireland. The sushi was superb and the place settings minimal and elegant. The fire tore through that resaurant and left no survivors but at least we can say that probably they died happy; and with a full belly.

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So, when the fruit was all picked we went up to the top of the hill and ate it. That was the last of the fruit left to ripen on the last of the trees. Tommorrow we would chop them down for firewood and only have our photographs and this one last meal to remind us of the natural sweet bountiful harvest that was once an annual right of passage on this now darkening earth.

We tried to send out a press release about the end of fruit trees forever and the usual moralising about eco destruction and humanities dire need to change before it was too late. But of course by now we all had known for years, since the beginning of our last great fruit tree revival project, that it was already too late. There were no news cameras of course, I don't think Steve Kisby ever really even bothered to send out the media press release since it was more trouble than it was worth, unimaginable to have it get broadcast into the media and the now empty symbolism of trying to communicate with the outside world always attracted more problems from the policeBots than was really worth the symbolic effort.

However, the cops showed up anyways to the final picnic, probably alerted to our scent by the detectors. The detectors were pretty poor of course and would have never been able to pick us out a decade ago when there were still lots of others dying, but now the air was mostly sterile so it was easy to find a group of 6 people gathered and having an unauthorised public collaberation. We ducked the fire quickly but Orlando was hit in the shoulder and was out cold in seconds. Emma didn't have time to activate his automemory self destruct before the arrests but what would it matter anyway. What secrets of the resistance remained for us to hide at this point anyway? The others were scattered and useless and there was no remaining sanctuary for the bots to find out then stamp out/.

Interestingly after only 5 minutes of flying and the usual quick probing for DNA ID, we were actually dropped off at our final hideout and even given an emergency package of food staples as well. They did not destroy any of our equipment and nobody was tagged. They left as quickly as they had came and were almost helpful once they sanitised and removed all of the fruit tree bearing genetic material remaining on our persons. Why suddenly the goodwill? Were we being used. Did they want to watch us. They knew we were the last and we had no contacts for them to wait for us to expose so what was the purpose in their leniancy?

This was answered 2 days later when a strange truck pulled up. It appeared from the outside to be run down but it worked excellent and was obviously somehow approved of by the DemocraticFreepublic, the dirt looked almost painted on. Two indistict looking delivery bots had some cargo for Fradja and though she would not fingerprint the delivery manifest the bots made out all friendly as if she had and dropped a large black box right on our doorstep. As they were leaving one of them said, "You kids are lucky, open it soon and don't look a gift horse in the mouth." The package bore the logo of the now defunct Grappa Syndicate, it was aboviously forged to look like a secretive gift from the once powerful rebel publishers. Grappa had been totally eradicated over 6 years ago and many of us still remembered the sting of lost loved ones. Lately we'd been hearing rumours from really bizarre sources about grappa reforming, but it was all heroics like some kind of agent-provocateur bit with bearing arms and all that. When we opened the package and saw the real live genetic fruit bearing plum tree in the box we knew how we were now to be used. We were to plant this tree and make like the resistance was still alive and kicking just to give some credibility to the neverending war on resistance industries that were of course always struggling now to invent new enemies in order to maintain the Freepublics sharade.

It was all very bady done as a set up and would have been easy to disprove even to the most alcoholic public, however of course now the individual mind was a kind of fictional thing in most productive citizen units and so it was more than enough to satisfy whatever curiousity there might have been if anyone even could think to investigate.

War with out end. Fire to ashes, Life into dust.

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I was eating fried chicken in the cemetary then the people with their dogs started bugging me. I didn't eat enough today it was hot and I spent all my time on the computer. The house was too hot and a skunk sprayed under our porch and I was too lazy to clean the dirty kitchen because of all the wedding present wrapping paper.

I was mastrubating a lot to the lesbian porn into my greasy hankercheif. I was bombing the pentagon just so they would pay attention to me.

I decided to put on socks and my cleated bike shoes, even though it was so hot today. I wanted to ride smooth and fast it was so refreashing to ride through the slightly cooler night air. However my brakes were squeelling because of the olive oil I put on my bike to clean off the sand and salt from the pacific ocean.

Now I am listening to the beastie boys. Staring at the cracks up there on the ceiling. Cowbell.

I didn't go to the pedal visioning situation because I want more. I'm sick of NGO non profit grant writing exectutive decision making. I want to make a new church of the rusty bike after the great not late ted beuhler.

I want to have power but I don't want the shitty petty kind of pawer. I want more than that and I don't want it all for me. I want to change the world for the better and I may be vain to think that I can but I'm not going to be shy and cowardly and not do it just because of that. I think I might be able to so I'll try again and Fail Better.

I realise that wanting to have sex with someone who is not your wife just after your wedding is not supposed to be a good thing now and then. I thinkpeople have threesomes best when they know each other very well so that people don't get hurt and everybody feels supported.

Sex is about feeling good.

I might get depressed now and then because I can afford to..o . .. ... see red

The American Pile of empire is still rattling and falling loudly after these 4 years. Now they want it all from us. People in the souther n USAUSAUASA! are disconnected from nature due to their obnoxious air conditioning systems. They do not get to respect the sky gods and they are more and more enamoured dependant onto the god damned grid.

I'm going to make a 4D TV so that we can be killed on the rest home.

We never the war wanted to have the scallops eating all the mussel beach tight shorts.

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Why are you reading this over again. I yam gonna sleep thee day away tommorrow and vacuum up more wasps.

Sometimes I feel out of place in my neighbourhood because everybody around me seems to beleive in the sanctity of owning private land. Now with the virtual computer communities we don't have3 to interact with our physical neighbours and soon we will forget how to. Then all of our private conversations will be mediated by microsoft or whomever and Telus Internet which is already censoring their striking workers and limiting my bandwidth because they can going to control our minds totally. Brother the Big guy is not just watching, he is holding the prison phone that we will need just to talk with mother.

The only freedom and resistance we can stage is a play within a play and play at idealistic fantasy sex in the real world out in the street next to the school children to show them that wildness is in our pants and under the closed eyelids and that our voices are there for speaking out loud with.

The new digital age is about to forget you.

Forget it.