(alternate title: Raiders of the Lost Fart) We could even spoof ‘The Merchant of Venice’ with ‘The Porn Merchant of Venice’ like Bill always wanted to do but the church wouldn’t let them* A pound of flesh cut nearest the fart would make it more interesting and other kinds of spears to shake*

Moonie has a little bitty crack in her tailpipe and needs some high temperature caulk/cock in there so the kitty catalysts can all go to exhaust church and get converted when they deposit into offering platinum plates*  These Redwood trees that Moonie sees as Bigfoot don’t like to eat kitty catalysts in their various food/energy/marriage transactions NOT recorded on a piece of paper like the humans murder these boy/girl trees, suck out their sap blood and make a piece of paper to tell lies on while beweeving they’re cheap whores that their god gives them dominion over to exploit and abuse whenever they need to tell some lies or cover up their abuse to get privately rich on paper*  These trees are Moonie’s niggas as in friends because they play and store records like a jukebox that’s been around for 2,000 years*  They have armatures or branches with many needles on them like a record player and when the wind blows through them, they play the records ‘on the air’ and these humans who demand privacy and other rights while they deny their victims hate these trees, want to kill them and use them to keep FALSE records that they beweeve sustains their rights and beweef systems*  They write lies on this paper and demand there’s no relationship with us, none of any kind, in attempt to deny these various TRANS actions recorded by these trees*  They say there’s no relay of any kind and we don’t reside on the same planet as they do as they threaten these disc jockies and trees that process, transact and transmit these cosmic interaction on and off world* 

Mary Jane has a brand new pair of roller skates and Moonie has brand new key*  We don’t abuse Mary Jane but only give her a little kiss and talk with her*  For somebody who don’t drive, she’s been all around the world*  Some people say she’s done alright, for a girl*  Moonie sees an inline skater on what they call roller blades*  They skate past us and climb this hill to the beach with motions that look somewhat similar to if the ass-fault is covered in snow, ejaculate, cum, cocaine and other analogies and they’re wearing skis and the tandem ski lift is broken so they climb up the ass-fault in skis with wheels on them and then zoom down the slope, down the middle line painted on this ass-fault fault road like it’s Maurice Moss in the IT Crowd defining the cleftal horizon of an rear-end, an ass, a bum, a butt, posterior and all of the other terms for it*  Then, Rick and Morty is at a party and sings ‘head, bent over***raise the posterior’, 😂 like they’re sexually describing Miguel A’s warp drive field theory that’s like dragging only the sloped part a mountain or wave through space where you or the ship is perpetually ascending this ski slope as the field generated ‘warps’ the space in the immediate vicinity of the direction you want to go as if you’re on a never-ending ski slope so long as you have the energy to maintain the displacment field that warps or shapes it in such a way as to make this inclined slope balanced to surf on the optimum point of the generated waveform*

Eye have watched you on the poly-amourous Shore*  Standing bi the O-shun’s roar*  Do you lava we, do you ‘Surfer Girl’£  We could ride the surf together while our lava would grow*  In m’eye ‘woody’, eye will take you everywhere eye go*  Some are ‘allowed’ to do that while vaginas that work at agencies supposedly against rape, sexual assault and violence are wearing Secret solid under their right to bear arms with ‘Degree’ shoved up their vaginas and a cute, little of ‘Ban’ roll-on shoved up their arnus like it’s a butt plug while they tell Moonie not only is it impossible for they born with a penis to be raped or abused but we’re also not allowed to have these rights (to bear arms) have a defense against attacks as they do while they keep secrets for rapists they use to sustain their rape industry so they can have careers, homes, labour and other things while denying their victims*  It’s similar lar to warp drive but it’s more of a sort of ‘rape drive’ that powers their abuse/discriminate and deny machine*  Secret is strong enough for a penis but made exclusively for a vagina even if the vagina wants privacy and other rights they deny their victims while they secretly identify as a penis*  They start to sweat all of their abuse and discrimination that allowed them to also ‘stick a stick’ of ‘Degree’ up their vaginas and so Moonie says they should also have a cute little ‘Ban’ roll-on up their pooper too while they say penises are never abused and cannot be raped or sexually assaulted*  Many of them have beweef systems they beweeve forgives and the excuses their abuse so as to enable other rapists to sustain their rape jobs while they discriminate and deny victims so as to get more rape victims of the vaginal variety even if some of these raped vaginas identify as penises, so they begin to sweat when they see that their con game is starting to fail and also plot and scheme to deny victims born with penises as they see this as a threat to their rape industry game*  They deny abuse so also become abusers, they ‘Ban’ rape victims saying their anatomy disqualifies them so Moonie says they need some of this ‘Ban’ up their anus too*  Penis, Vagina and other ‘Members’ of the jury, raise your hand if you’re Sure, 🤣*  Throw down your ‘arms’ and raise your hands as if you’re doing a 1920’s dance move from the ‘Jazz Age’ because you’re not allowed to call it ‘Jizz’*  M’eye Mummy is a ragtime cabareter, m’eye Vladdy is a ragtime trombone playah*  They meet one day at a Tango, a tan-n-go tea, there is a syncopated wedding and then comes ‘we’*  Folks think the way eye walk is a fad but it’s a birthday present from m’eye Mummy and Vlad cause eye’m a Jizz Baby!  Little Jizz Baby, dats we!  There’s something in the tone of a nut-sax-o-phone that makes me go a little giggle all m’eye own!

Those things happen when a baby has an innocent and PUBLIC drink out of a condom discarded on a children’s playground yet these sorority vaginas all demand privacy and are supported by their fraternity penises to keep their segregation, discrimination, class system rape machine working for them*  Moonie doesn’t know any of that when we go to their agencies seeking aide and acknowledgment as a victim but gather and learn this about them when they discriminate and push us away, deny us and so we see how they use this denial to sustain their own worthless existence while their fraternity penises take their side so they can also nurture rapist, predator egos that are artificial due to discrimination by either party while they both go to church and ask Jbus to forgive them so long as they give a portion of their swag to the church*  Quantum eat the baby who has a little public drink while you all demand privacy and other rights*  Jbus is off the table*

Jbus is perfectly straight like a log of tofu so when it’s time for them to eat, they’re like zombies ripping apart a corpse but the little kids can’t reach the table the corpse is laying on so they grab the middle bits and throw them on the ground for the kids*  These big zombies want to eat brains while they throw a knob on the ground for babies to eat but the baby eats publicly while they demand privacy and won’t allow the baby to have labour or dwell within ‘their’ communities or work in ‘their’ factories and shops unless they can abuse us some more by demanding we keep their secrets for them even as they deny us privacy and other rights*  Ohio has ‘ate-tea-ate’ counties, count-teas or Count Draculas but a baby who has an innocent public drink on a playground out of a crashed ‘weather balloon’ in ‘Ra’s well’ or like a penis column ship called SS Columbia that crashes on a planet called Talos IV and where this ‘IV’ symbology seems to suggest blood or ‘extra-dimentional space fluids’ as in intravenous but also the Romans seem to count this penis column standing to the left of this vagina ‘V’ as four or 4 and 4 is queer because they say it’s even but it’s shape includes a triangle*  Who wants a bowl of Roddenberries cereal£  It has crunch berry balls and marshmallow, rainbow ding-dongs*  Any cereal killers want a bowl of cereal£  Are you cereal£ 😂 Aimee Nicole Corrigan of Soylent Greenfield 45123 and their vagina squads that work at these rape agencies say they never had a bowl of Roddenberries while they protect each other because they’re all born with vaginas*  These Lickalotapuss’ deny eating Roddenberries out of Aimee’s snatch*  They say there’s no relationship and attempt to cover up for them by eating the evidence and judge Cynthia Williams sells them so Sure-win Williams spray paint so they can cover up the quantum ‘Puddin’ Tat’ in Aimee’s vaginal subway tunnel*  Why did you kill those nice Walmart Street boys, says Murray, they were nice boys*  Murray won’t allow the Phoenix Joker to explain they acted in defense when the brain eating whore spreads their legs so that rapists can attack and rape a baby through this proxy association as ALL of these vaginas deny the relationship so they can use this energy to get privately rich on paper and use it to sustain their rape machine*  Those Warner Brothers, they try to warn ya but nobody ever listens*  It’s the same with the Joker in the board room with the Gotham gangsters*  What if we say no, says Johnny Stewart the rapist of Soylent Greenfield£  Well, Johnny, nobody wants a war*  If we can’t do business, we’ll just shake hands like frotting penises by quantum proxy association with Aimee Nicole Corrigan’s vagina and that’ll be it*  Yeah£  Yeah*  O!  We’ve got live one here!  There’ll be hot time in the olde towne to-nite!  Moonie kills the rapists through this proxy association with a big quantum machine gun and so all of the sorority vaginas and fraternity penises that need violence and rape to exist to have careers blame and discriminate against a baby who is queer because we’re quantum entangled, pregnant with energy we swallow out of a condom on a children’s playground when they ‘Chuck Dickens’ there to exploit this causality for their own benefit while denying the victim*  You can’t be raped, pregnant or have labour, PENIS!  That’s only for vaginas, says the sorority vaginas being sponsored and supported, backed in this endeavor by fraternity penises*  Moonie is sick of all of this shit, their lies and abuse while they have this beweef system avenue available to them where they’re forgiven and excused so as to try and force their victims to join them in the church racket*  Boys with hoodies over this vaginal clitorises like they’re in a Blue Oyster Cult, Boys in the Hood* Vampyre don’t go to church nor accept hand-outs from they who steal from us and then want to try and force us to forgive them by accepting a can of yams or a Thanksgiving dinner* 😂 Happy T Hanks-giving is on a tropical island with a soccer ball (foose or football, they call it other places) called Wilson as a companion and Moonie chats with a sexy beast called Wilson when we arrive in CA-NADA but haven’t seen them since*  What’s CA-NADA£  That’s nothing, don’t worry about it*  A vagina working for FEMA in Vermont discriminates against Moonie and tells us “go to Canada” while others who abuse and then say we’re nothing so as to negate the value of their abuse as they prostrate themselves before their beweef system deity and ask to be forgiven, so Moonie marries the postal abbreviation for California together with the Spanish word for nothing and says we made it as far as CA-NADA but not Canada*  Harry Flugelmann asks the Aimee-goes what nada means*  Isn’t that like a light, chicken gravy, 🤣*  The very thought of you guys!  The very idea of you!  Eye see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above!  M’eye little buttock-up has the sweetest smile!  Dear little buttock-up, won’t you stay a while£. CUM! with me where moonbeams melt the sky and you and eye can linger in the sweet bi and bi, 😂 😜*  Dear little buttock-up, with your eye so goo*  M’eye little buttock-up, you’re a dream, cum true!  You and eye can settle down in a frottage built for two, O, deal little buttock-up, eye glove you! 😂 

Moonie didn’t beging transitioning with vaginal hate but these vaginas that work at these agencies want to abuse us, dump this stuff on us and make us carry it without any avenue of resolve as they try to force us into their churches and beweef systems*  Moonie starts off transitioning with consideration for people like Susan B Anthony who seems to be like a warning flag when they with beweef systems use binary systems to discriminate and accept vaginas that identify as penises but not penises who identify as vaginas*  The alarm bells sound, buzzers, flashing lights and this flag goes up that reads ‘If Susan B Anthony, then Anthony can be Susan as a way to combat their binary beweef system exploit and deny routine*

Where’s Queertopia like in that Mister Show episode where they say uh, Ken***Ken!  Where’s Homorabia now£  Moonie knows thereust a Queertopia somewhere because all of the abusive straight beweevers demand it with their discrimination and other lies and abuse*  Moonie imagines theres a pizza place in Queertopia called something like Queen City Pizza and their logo is like the Peace symbol ☮️ except the slice of pizza in the bottom right of the logo is slightly pulled out like somebody is getting a slice of pizza to eat and so this makes the logo look like a big Q where the pizza slice being removed is that line sticking out*  Their slogan is a little bit like Little Caesars with “Peace-a-pizza’ and this big Q pizza place is owned and run by flaming queers that might be the offspring of some hippy-trippy-Gypsies so it could even be a food truck that travels around on a carnival circuit or follows the Red Cross Bloodmobile around because they’re gonna be incredibly hungry after they give blood and we wouldn’t want them to faint when type O-range’ juice and a cookie doesn’t get the job done when some of this type O-range is converted into religious beweef systems that shun any who refuse to submit and bow down to them regardless of their abuse and lies (this is the O-shun)*  

Here’s what Moonie knows about the O-shun apart from it being this domain of Mister Nimbus from Rick and Morty, 😂*  Moonie gets tired of the discrimination where so called straight people demand that we have to be straight or he “straight with them” as a prerequisite for renting a room or an apartment or having labour in a store where these other beweef system beweevers work so Moonie imagines that there is an ocean liner that goes STRAIGHT from California to Japan, say, and we call up all of these straight people on the phone and tell them they’ve won an all experience paid cruise!  Your state room is first class, all meals and drinks are included!  Everything is free!  There’s even a casino where they give you money to play the games and if you win, you can keep your winnings!  We also us that magic word and say that the ship departs from a coastal city in California and goes straight to Japan nonstop, no layovers in Hawaii or anything unless all of the winners vote to stop in Hawaii before going on to Japan but none of this matters because the ship sinks a few miles off shore as we promise them that it will go straight there instead of up and over that curved mountain of water they call ocean*  O shit!  Nope!  It’s too late!  You can’t back out now!  You already said you’re straight and you’re allowed to discriminate by demanding that others must be straight with you!  Glug, glug, glug, 🤣*  As it becomes obvious that the ship is going to sink, announce that the lifeboats are open to any Christians or other beweef systems that are being held prisoner by others where they’re allowed the be queer but only in situations where they demand privacy and other rights at which point chutes open and firearms, machine guns fall out onto the poop deck and so there would be lots of killing on the ship as it sinks and all of the life boats are actually full of holes and so we’ll call them death boats*  If you’re a victim, pick up one of these many guns on the poop deck and defend yourself because you know the abusers are going to turn on you*  When their secret games fail, it’s everybody for themselves*  O, O!  Make sure to chum the water where the ship goes down to call in the sharks!

Moonie says the Capitol Dome is a giant teapot and that’s probably connected to the ‘Teapot Dome Scandal’*  Eye’m a little teapot, short and stout: this is m’eye handle, this is m’eye spou*  Which is the handle and which the spout on this Dome what might be Gulliver’s (Travels) Teapot£  Moonie says you pick it up by the seen-ater side so you can pour drinks out on the house*  After more abuse from these so called representatives and seen-aters who are called seen-aters which means they know all about the zombies, those who want privacy to eat brains and others who demand privacy to drink blood, Nancy Mace says we’re not allowed to use the toilet without being under the threat that one or more of their Nazi mercenaries will lie and say we raped or attacked them in the toilet, and if the local so called authorities want to use this as an excuse to get rid of us out of ‘their’ city or other things they demand is exclusively ‘theirs’, they’ll accept their lie and AGAIN deny us due process to prove otherwise as they continue to find ways to deny their abuse and cover it up with yet more abuse in an attempt to force us to surrender to their beweef system, church/state and their beweef that they have authority over us no matter what they do since all they have to do is go to church and they’re forgiven and excused*  So, Moonie says let’s hang nooses in the rotunda of the teapot dome and they give them an opportunity to take that way out*  It won’t be murder or homecide since they’re protecting brain eating zombies while they deny us due process, a defense, privacy and other rights they say belong only to them*  Pretend their hanging corpses are like teabags steeping in the teapot*  Throw in some ICE and you’ve got a nice pot of tea to pour out on the house*  Cab Calloway says everybody eats when the come to m’eye house*  Also, they already seem to know about this in Tibet where they walk through this chamber and spin ‘payer wheels’ so, you could think of these steeping tea bags as prayer wheels and give them a spin as you pass since they all want a church/state*  Moonie doesn’t have these thoughts until they deny their abuse to escape liability and attempt to convince everyone else that they still have this power and authority that they cannot have unless you all beweeve that they do*  That’s why their church is an important component in their genocide machine: they need the beweevers to beweeve, project authority they don’t have upon them for their secrets and cover ups of their church/state to function as they gradually go on with ‘their’ lives and forget about their victims, forcing their victims to carry the scars of their abuse and denial but hey, when it all burns, we can finally rest, or eat or relax or do something else: fuck like It’s one nine ate tea won or something*  It’s like Bill Tea-cum-suh Sherman: the poor chap has a medical condition wherein they are unable to work up an appetite to eat Army slop off of a chow wagon unless at least one courthouse is burned to the ground before they can have their breakfast* 🃏 Corporate wars, church wars and other shit while they wave flags and wear lapel pins in an effort to lure more victims into beweeving they’re safe and things are civilized and fair when they’re not*

We hope that Nancy and their Trans hating followers are enjoying our digital shit pumped in their IV’s and feeding tubes and other ‘feeds’ and they would go to these extremes to cover up and deny the abuse of a baby who has a little bitty public drink out of a condom on a playground*  Being entangled in this energy causes us to be queer, different, have different perspectives and yet they who exploit and abuse us for fun and profit, private wealth on paper, deny us speech, defense and also number three: the right to quarter turd soldiers in a public necessary or convenience so we poop in a bucket and film it in exotic locations as if it’s the ‘traveling garden gnome’ in the film ‘Amelie’*  We convert the poop into a digital format and then relay it through these telecommunications networks so all who deny their abuse can have something to eat in addition to whatever other food they eat and poop in municipal sewer systems to mix with this other energy, such as brains of a teenage girl ritually killed, covered up and denied by other so called authorities who have their own secrets and they don’t want to be compromised so they all play the game which includes blackmail, shaming, shunning attempting to control and humiliate in an attempt to maintain their illusory power and authority that they do not have*  They are as much obligated to eat digital tranny poop as they are to feed brains to zombies that they protect under a banner of religious fweedom*  Oh yeah, we leave the pee out of the bucket to experiment on them like they experiment on a baby: see what happens if we only feed them our poop*  Ziggy says there’s a high probability they will all want to be spanked and have a golden shower from us, 🤣*  So, whether or not you’re into ‘poop porn’, send Nancy Mace and your trans or queer hating neighbor a link to our poop vids so they can eat them with their eyes and ears and then go to the toilet for us since they threaten us if we go AND we will not use their toilets if only to put collars and chains on them, HOLD them BOUND until they either choke and die on our shit while they ask Jbus to protect them, or, make admission of their guilt in a PUBLIC court and also reparations and other compensation*  Speaking of ‘Bound’, that’s a pretty interesting flick with lesbians AND you get to see ‘The full Bacon’ (Kevin Bacon) hanging in a shower like it’s the last turkey in the shop*  Not for those who don’t eat pork*  We’ll stick with Ramen Noodles, Momofuku Ando because, if you eat these, you have mo do an mo Fuku because everybody wants you to buy them drinks or a meal as if buying a lottery ticket for a chance to fuck, 🤣*  So, if you eat these relatively inexpensive noodles, you’ll save money so you can have mo dough an mo Fuku or at least get to see that film you want to go see but nobody to go with because they all think you’re trying to fuck them when you’re not and yet still expect the other things, you pay for their meal and ticket too and it has something to do with their vaginas and so it’s no wonder why two or more penises want to go to a film, be able to hold hands like anybody else and have these public displays of affection but it’s not allowed in ‘beweef system land’*  No, a penis has to get married to a vagina on a piece of paper before you’re allowed to do that and by that time, you don’t want to do it anymore and are directed to scrutinize and the otherwise project hate upon any who do, possibly even jump on Facebook and notify your ‘neighborhood queer watch’ or other vigilante group and tell or show them video of their illegal acts so you can track them down and kill them while you beweeve you’ll be rewarded with the Medal of Honor while you also beweeve Trump is elected as president even though your elections can’t function without notary seals*  Either way, you can always fall back to your church stronghold and be forgiven and excused*

They actually get an ego stroke by denying a baby they’ve raped and denied ever since we’re three access to a toilet when we have difficulty going into the toilet marked with the stick figure with short hair wearing trousers because of rape and sexual violence denied by them but also their cohort pig military buddies in some kind of political, socio-economic solidarity of they who know about the condom thing but are being paid to look the other way or have their own secrets they don’t want known so they go along with the brownshirts to get rid of victims and others who know but aren’t playing the secrets game*  They actually beweeve their beweef system laws override very real and physical laws and forces*

Moonie is gunna adopt a new law for CA-NADA wherein all conflicts are resolved with porn*  It’s like the Star Trek ‘Prime (beef) Directive’ (you don’t want no beef 🃏) and we’ll call it ‘Conflict Resolution Protocol’ or CRP (See our ‘P’) where variable ‘P’ could be penis, pooper, posterior and ate-cetera which itself might have something to do with a see-ET-erea and we’re not sure if that’s eating ET by watching Entertainment Tonight or something else*  We thought about trying to change it to CPR to coincide with cardio pulmonary recessitation but school’s out and they’re all dead so there’s no need for recess*  CRP will most likely be transit type porn involving cars but might spill over into other things you might not normally think of as cars like these humanoid flesh bags are also cars*  Moonie describes an actual scenario where the conflict was sort of resolved with some PG 13 porn*  Moonie is motoring up the 199: the 13th most dangerous road in the cunt-tree, according to a football or soccer ball Moonie knows called Wilson*  A volunteer at the Purple Pussycat thrift store/kitty cat shelter on ‘the Moon’ in Crescent City says that they once have a whore house or brothel up this road near Gasquet and Moonie jokes and says that makes perfect sense as, if you want to go up the canyon, you ‘go up the canyon’ and Moonie has since seen a mountain on this road wearing what looks like fishnet stockings or garmens and she’s so ‘wet’ and dripping with anticipation that Paul Newman might pull a string tied to her bush and say “shaking it up here, boss”, an earthquake, that the trannies over at CalTrans dressed her up in fishnet garmens so that if there is some world-shaking and they get their rocks off, these fishnets soak up the jizz and keep the rocks from falling on other cars*  Anyway, we wanted to include these saucy elements into these conflict scenarios, road rage, because Newman makes awesome sauce and it paints the backdrop for the scene*  Moonie’s driving along this road as described, this 199 which is like a dollar and ninety-nine cents and for only one more cent, you’d have a pound (£) and so could ‘pound’ some boy pussy, girl pussy, all kinds of pussy and get the second piece of pussy for only a ‘penny’ as these Americans (even the post office) call cents for some reason*  They also call this hashtag a pound sign for some reason so maybe they want to play tic-tac-toe with pennies and whoever wins keeps the pennies and eats, smokes or otherwise consumes this ‘hash’*  A non commercial Lorry or truck is following us close, ‘riding our ass’ as they say but Moonie is doing the frozen limit and will not be pushed or aggravated by ‘the pusher’*  It’s like we’re in that 70’s flick all about a traveler going over these kinds of dangerous roads and being stalked, harassed and pushed by a big Lorry that seems to always end up behind them for some reason even when they get off the main road and stop for a while, they get back on and there the pusher is again behind them*  We’re entering Gasquet village and there’s a lot of residences and so increased potential that a little dog or kitty cat or other things might run out in front of us so we have even more incentive not to be pushed*  Moonie plans on stopping at the market anyway so gets into the turn lane well ahead of time so as to be courteous and allow the pusher to go on but Moonie is surprised when they continue on but circle around and enter the parking lot for the market from the other end and park in front of us*  A sexy driver climbs out not wearing a shirt, ‘tits out for the boys’ and all of that: a slogan we see hanging on a banner at a fraternity or sorority house in Athens (Ohio) Grease, the Musical*  At this point, you could switch over from the suspenseful and dramatic road rage music to that sort of ‘bow, chic-a wow-wow’ stuff*  They seem to be irritated as they stand with the door open and have to put on a shirt to go into the store*  Moonie thinks sexy should be able to show off sexy and go shirtless but we thought-suggest that they could still be sexy and split the difference by getting a fishnet type shirt that’s like a jersey for a Goth sports team that makes binary Christians foam at the mouth and blood leak out of their ear holes from the pressure on their binary brains of trying to decide if this fishnet shirt is enough of a shirt to qualify as a shirt and heels ARE shoes even though they might be of the opinion that we’re not allowed to wear them*  No shirt, no shoes, no service but what about panties£  The sign only seems to demand that a shirt and shoes are required and so we fuck with them about their definition of what a shirt is and also wear shoes they beweeve we’re not allowed to wear even though they are shoes since it’s an ‘unwritten’ law to demand we cover up the genitals in the crotch pocket or the ass area and they’d even say that tits must be covered up too regardless of if they’re penis tits or vagina chesticles and so visiting aliens sue the Government when they fly over Honey Lake and see that it’s giant titties without a top or at least it’s wet T-shirt night at ‘The Brassieree’, home of the tits in “the land of milk and honey”* 

Yes, Moonie projects that they could totally wear a sexy net shirt if they wanted to and not be irritated about having to put on a shirt to go into the store*  Moonie goes in and they follow and say they apologize for laying on the horn and that they we’re using this signal to say hi to their friend who, though they didn’t say, suggest they see them passing in another car*  Moonie doesn’t know what the hell they’re talking about but says that’s okay, we didn’t even hear it*  Now at this point, what Moonie wants to say but feels we’re not allowed to say is ‘If you’re gonna ride our ass you should also pull our hair’*  Moonie doesn’t hear them lay on the horn while they’re riding our ass ‘Jeepers Creepers’ style and so we’re a little bit confused what they mean*  Moonie wasn’t playing loud music and so wonder if this is a delayed apology as earlier we’re filming a video of this mountain we talk about wearing fishnets and as we’re go back to the car, this white car lays on the horn as if to try and accuse us of scaring them even though we have plenty of time to walk over the road and out of their way before they’re in any danger of crashing into us and so through this Moonie sees that they must be fucking around on their phone or other distraction that causes them to blame us and project their anger and disapproval for ‘scaring them’ by laying on the horn or hooter as some call these so Moonie thinks if you’re gonna squeeze the hooter like that and blame us, we’re gonna lift up our skirt and send you to moon in your mirror*  That’s a reaction of others, we’ve observed, when doing something they know they shouldn’t be such as not paying attention when they’re driving and then squeezing some trans hating hooters as if to blame us for scaring them when the actual retail price is they are scared or startled due to their own negligence but think we’ll never be able to prove that so use it as an opportunity to nurse their badass ego by shoving their tits in our ear holes*  It’s like they lose “I’m in command/control” ego points in these scenarios where it’s their fault but they try to recover those by beweeving that Tranny can’t possibly know what they’re thinking and so can’t prove it and so use it as an opportunity to get an ego stroke by showing their ass by laying on this horn*  Moonie say, o! You wanna ‘show your Ass’, Moonie can show her ass too, lifts up her skirt and sends them to the moon, Alice* 😂  Since Moonie didn’t hear a horn LATER when this character is ‘riding our ass’, it’s possible they could mean that they’re the driver of this white car earlier and now they’re compounding the lie of trying to say that they were only honking at another motorist friend BUT there is no opposing traffic when we step over the road and back to our car*  Moonie slaps them on the wrist and/or gives them a spanks by and says don’t follow so close because if we have to stop, you’re not going to react in time and hit us and we’ve already been through a nightmare with a HORRIBLE insurance company when we’re crashed into while sitting idle in traffic and we don’t want to be in another crash*  Trying to be a nice neighbor even though we’re a traveler, a gypsy and don’t have a residence which is probably what prompts them to be so aggressive*  Regardless of beweef system laws, trans laws of physics say you should try and maintain at least one vehicle length distance between you and the vehicle ahead for every nine or so miles per hour and this is if you’re not overloaded and your brakes are working perfectly*  What if your neighbor’s kitty cat runs into the road and we are triggered to slam on the brakes because of traumatic memories associated with this happening to us, having our best friend run over by a car when nobody in our surrogate flesh family loved or cared for us but only hated and abused us at every opportunity£  So, this porno could do different ways*  It could be the mushy, romantic type of porn or could be hardcore, satanic punk fucking but we’ve noticed that there’s something to be said for sticking it in gently at first and then fucking them hard if necessary, 🤣*  It true!  Anticipation and other such factors build suspense which magnifies pleasure and other sensations so we’re not wrong about this even when others deny it*  It’s like you’re in a cave, it’s dark and you’re trying to feel your way through this crevace in the rock without scaring any bats, spiders, bobcats or bears that might be in there, 🤣 or setting of ‘Indiana Jones’ or ‘Tomb Raider’ type traps*  What a great, fucking analogy!  Go in gently, grab the solid gold idol or crystal skull or some shit like that and then be prepared to fuck them hard if this giant ball trap comes rolling after you but whatever you do, don’t lie and say there’s no relationship and you were never in that hole even as you want to keep the crystal skull or that ring given to you as a symbol of our relationship*  ‘Womb Raider’!  There’s a porno waiting to be made*

So remember kids, every time you get mad because you can’t fool us, know we have this conflict resolution protocol where we turn your hate or other conflict energy into porn because we know you’d rather be fucking*  It’s why we imagine or project that CHiPs should be sexy like in the TV show while others demand we’re not allowed to think the Red Hot Chili Peppers are sexy because we’re born with a penis*  Those are OUR penises to manipulate and control says some of these vaginas!  The difference is we don’t want to control them or anybody with sex, gender, race and other stereotypes like you want to do*  Make more sexy music!  If you’re going to be stopped by the CHiPs, why wouldn’t you want them to be Jolene Blalock, on a Harley, with a crash helmet, mirrored shades, leather gloves, handcuffs and just imagine what they could do with that batton that would make you smile instead of be angry*

Moonie had a poop in her Home de Pot bucket while writing this and so we’re going to do a short poop porn video so Nancy Mace and followers can eat it and go to the toilet for us since we’re not allowed*  Here’s one we do before we had a bucket to do it in, a spoof of a scene from ‘What We Do in the Shadows’ and it’s still very ‘artsy fartsy’ and a masterpiece of poop porn*  Are there awards for poop porn like they have Oscar, Emmy, Tony and such£  The power behind this particular poop porn scene is drawn from a couple of different factors which include we’re introduced to this ‘What We Do in the Shadows’ film in a RELATIONSHIP that this government denies with lies on a piece of paper while also denying us due process to prove otherwise and so this adds to the dramatic and other artsy-fartsy effects as if it’s ‘Coupon: The Movie’ from Mister Show and so you’re all sentenced and bound to see it because you have a need to know what they’re doing to us with lies on paper while the majority have this conflict of saying it’s not their problem but then also wave a flag and say we’re united*  We’re very artistic about it though so you should be showering accolades on us as it could be much, much worse like say going to a Mormon Church and giving them all lead poisoning for sticking cucumbers up their Chutes and Ladder-Day Taints and feeding them to unsuspecting victims as they seem to have a need to sexually abuse others when this boy scout venue is closed*  Moonie sees it as if they’re loading rounds into their vagina and butthole guns like cannons and shooting their victims with this energy*  They shoot us with pickles out of their holes and poison us so they shouldn’t have any problems with getting shot by lead flying out of a machine gun because we’ll simply pay off the coroner and the pigs to write it off as lead poisoning like they say Tamika’s death and missing brain matter are only suicide and it has nothing to do whatsoever with covering up for a cult of brain eating zombies*  Then, they invent this ‘front’, a perfectly innocent game called pickleball so that if any victims make accusations they attempt to claim that they’re crazy and everybody knows what pickleball is*  You’re a crazy tranny, they’ll say and we’re gonna have our pigs lock you up in the nut house!  Wait*  Shouldn’t crazies go the the crazyhouse and nuts to the nuthouse£  Harley, eye need a machine gun*  That’s what happens when you send nuts to the crazyhouse and they don’t want no beef but then you try to explain that not wanting no beef is a double negative which means they want beef*  That scene in ‘Suicide Squad’ is so perfect with Leto sliding in and out of these three very different and distinct characters that are all married together in their brain but could also stand alone and do this seamlessly as one transitions into another*  You don’t want no beef (a question levied to a business partner where the agreements between them are only verbal because they can’t have paper agreements in that business and so verbal communication must be precise and accurate)£  You don’t want no beef (angry and sarcastic)*  You don’t want no beef (sexy and alluring)* Bra-V-O*  Bra vagina owe, says Twista J* 🃏*

Don’t be mad at Moonie for our descriptions of things vaginas (and penises) have done and are doing to us only for them to have this collective beweef system they use to tell themselves it’s okay and Jbus forgives them for their abuse*  We’re simply saying that we sense this vaginal solidarity for vaginas who beweeve themselves to be better that their victims, even when it’s other vaginas, to rush to the aide of another vagina even if this vagina ritually kills other vaginas to eat their brains!

Ever since we migrated from this other website where we paid a fee to post images, Google AI hits us with an ad or story with the grading of ‘Why pay for a domain if it’s free’*  Do we really have to answer that question when we utilized a ‘free’ site to post and publish our honest writing about things that are happening to us because of lies on paper and other tricks of these privateers (and also pay to post photos we take to share art, nature and other things with text that accompanies our interpretation) but there are so many ‘free takers’ that get rewarded with more free things for attacking us while under the submissive subjugation of their subscriber agreements that we see that they are first using these sublimated subs to be cruel and abuse us with these so called inflammatory words that we’re not allowed to say or write about, but they are and then second, the same subs that are enabled, protected, forgiven and excused for trying to force us to wear these ‘verbal clothes’ and the associated energy that accompanies their utterance (yes, physics proves that this is a real phenomenon and not a beweef system but the beweevers don’t have to think about it, only be forgiven and excused) are the same who complain about our writing these words in an attempt to publicly document things they do to us in public as they feel their illusory privacy eroding away more and more and so the subs complain in an attempt to gag us and stop our pen after they already deny us speech in other ways*  We have no home or domain when others would voluntarily become zombie subs to various corporate entities with the agenda of denying their getting privately wealthy on paper from raping a baby and holding us prisoner in their abusive systems ever since we are three and these subs do this in exchange for chemical and other energy releases, promises of more free shit even as they deny us labour, housing, education and other opportunity*  Play the system is the name of their game so why do we pay for a domain when it’s ‘free’£  To have a space where we can feel it’s okay to write about, make records of the things they’d do to us only for them to find ways to attempt to gag us so they can get some more free shit*  They have homes, residences where they have the nerve to attempt to silence us while they organize their goon squads on Facebook and other places, send them after us and shut us up about what they’re doing*  They’re entitled to privacy and other rights while their victims are not so we don’t accept their offer of ‘free’ domains because it’s not at all the same on basic physical energy levels as if you want to contribute to the success of an enterprise so that as you sustain them, they also sustain you*  Moonie is hurt, wounded and disgusted by what they do to us while they band together, circle their wagons and demand their government protect them even as they deny their abuse but guess who has FREE healthcare and doctors (not physicians) who also have beweef systems and so they play off of each other so long as they all know and or are threatened to keep secrets£  It’s not us*