It’s rough in this high, quasi-desert when the river goes sour, has a toxic algae bloom and we can’t bathe there anymore or get water for the birds*  We carve bird baths out of pumice and seal them so they’ll hold water and so have a micro ecosystem oasis going*  We did it for the birds thinking they have a long way to fly to get a drink and bathe but then bees, frogs, squirrel, something Google AI says is called a Jerusalem Cricket (which we first thought was a queen bee with its abdomen stripped like a bee) which turns out to be a glorified potato bug*  Little pocket mice bounce around like kangaroos and Google says they have pouches*  

It’s the only place they’ve really let us be in because nobody else wants to be here unless it’s at a more pleasant seasonal shift or transition and then suddenly they love those kinds of tranny transitions but not us who they will no doubt push out with violence, say we’re not allowed to be here, this is their public playground and we never went the extra mile, stayed and maintained the ecosystem, repaired road damage or anything else and they’ll get a piece of paper from their Nazi government that proves it*  Those are ‘their’ bees, birds, squirrel, lizards and such and they know that as they have a piece of paper to prove it*

Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannon ball*  Where were you while we were getting high£ -Oasis*

We have to make regular rounds to refill the bowls as these yellow jacket bees are some fucking lushes, drinking fools*  They either drink a lot and or a combination of their wings fanning the water causes it to evaporate quickly but then that also means that they’re introducing this moisture into the environment where it’s carried by the wind up the mountain where it snows and reinforces the glaciers*  Little bees help make glaciers!  Plus, they seem to be rival bee colonies trying to control the water because we see them attack each other and try to drown some and there’s always the occasional floater kicking sideways in a circle from drinking to much or recently having been rolled by a rival bee so we reach in with a stick and they climb out on it*  They rest and puke like a punk after too much sauce and don’t try to have a designated puke spot for a punk since they’ll purposely puke wherever they want simply to avoid being told where to puke*  They clean off their antenna like they’re doing their hair so their Mohawk will stand up, squirt some ‘Goth Juice’ in there (contains the tears of Rob Smith, Mighty Boosh), dry out their wings and then fly away to tell the queen a tranny rescued them and doesn’t take sides in their rival bee squabbles*

We see two huge dead orange crayfish that are like small lobsters in the river*  They didn’t die from molting so the beef poop and pee runoff might be contributing to an algae bloom which is why farmers have to have big spreads or agreements with other ranchers to move their beef downstream when river runs shallow when it’s super hot*  Knowing, having consideration for this should also make us super hot as in sexy*  Open range is best but when ranchers gather along a river and say it’s their land and put up fences, they have to agree to share their pastures and fields and move the herds downstream*  The river demands it, the rock lobsters, the fish and water bugs and such but some might have the attitude that those rock lobsters can’t make them any money so they’re worthless but it’s their home too but some don’t care because rock lobsters and nigger-faggot-tranny-queers cannot vote because they don’t own any land on a piece of paper*

American women are once like these dead rock lobsters in that sense but Susan B Anthony and Anthony B Susan points out how lack of representation and due process by those who exploit and abuse they who are seen as less than by others have no equal voice even though your healthy constitution paper and Bill of Rights claims that speech is number one*  The rock lobsters speak when we see them dead in river but we don’t own the land on a piece of paper so it seems to us that other things are speaking before the rock lobsters die but they who own the land on paper are not listening or don’t care*  We can’t register to vote because we’re already registered in the place that domestic terrorism forces us to leave after we’re sexually assaulted and their pig buddies say “he didn’t do that” and they also take our firearms we had for defense with lies on paper while denying us due process*  So when Nancy Mace threatens us if we use ‘their’ public toilets, those rooms marked by a stick figure with long hair and wearing a dress, we can’t do that anywhere even if Nancy says we can get on the Trail of Tears and remove to Oklahoma to poop and vote there because all of this shit is connected and their conglomerate beweef system lies and cover ups is behind all of it*  Their families are more important than you or yours so remember that when they invite you to their churches*  It’s no wonder a State of Jefferson is proposed and other such things when others within a territory or state of being deny their abuse, murder some trees to have paper to cover it up with lies on paper*  

In and around this area we pass through with references to Jefferson albeit also in Oregon, they don’t seem to care how we’re dressed or what we look like as long as we don’t steal from them*  Moonie’s seen many of what some might call ‘weirdos’ that have labour in stores and restaurants and nobody seems to care or maybe that’s our perspective*  If you work hard and don’t steal, who cares how many piercings or tattoos you have not covered by clothes or if your hair is red, white, blue, green or any other fucking colour£  Maybe it’s a sort of peaceful protest like Moonie wearing ‘whip-stick’ (lipstick) when the trauma endured from being denied due process, having our defense stolen, our character murdered and identity stolen with lies on paper causes us to ‘get woke’ and remember we have a drink of blood out of a condom we find on a public playground when we’re three*  The pigs are refusing to let us file charges against rapists who attack us while the clerk of the court refuses to allow us to file a complaint asking for our holster back since it’s neither defined as a firearm or dangerous ordinance by their laws but the clerk is covering for the officer that works downstairs and the system that steals our property and doesn’t want any public record of any wrongdoing on their part*  The Mormons and other beweevers demand that cum only goes in a vagina, this semen seed, and not a butthole, mouth hole or anywhere else yet they refuse to be fair with a baby who has an innocent, public drink of it out of a condom, Dickens Chucked on a playground when it’s the best of times and the worst of times*  So, with all of the pigs profiling, stalking, harassment and other abuse to try and get us to shut up, we think we’d better wear clothes on our ‘vagina mouth’, this lipstick, because the pigs might use that as an excuse to arrest us for not covering up our vagina mouth in public while the Mormons and beweevers pay them to enforce their religious beweef system laws on us covertly, try to find excuses to throw us into their criminal machine to get rid of us even as they deny us due process in their civil courts*

Their beweef system laws demand we cover our vagina in public even if it’s only a mouth so fuck them, we wear lipstick even though they also say we’re not allowed to wear this unless we have a vagina or taco in our crotch area too*  The birds and wildlife don’t care what clothes we wear, how long our hair is or if we have a penis, vagina, elbow titties or something other than else, they’re happy to have a drink and a bath and the bee Queens don’t care either and why should they since they’re not allowed to vote either (at least not the way the ‘humans’ do)*

Moonie thought of doing a photo once every one of what they call ‘days’ to do a collage time lapse of the glaciers on the mountains which might help scientists with a visual along with their other collected data sets but we’d have to figure out how to orient the camera each time so that it’s in the same position or the images would bounce around when put together*  Instead, maybe we could do three second videos and compile them so it would be as noticable but surely there’s a way to get the tripod set up and camera oriented near exactly the same position every time without leaving it out* 

We thought of moving on but when it gets super hot we don’t want to abandon the birds and things, keep them going till the end of season if possible*  We could say fuck it, pack up and go somewhere cooler by we’ve got staying power if only for the wildlife*  Thinking about getting a mobile weather station to record windspeed, precipitation and temperature wherever we happen to be since they don’t record these things absolutely everywhere and we seem to get caught up in flukes where they don’t take measurements*  An anemometer is probably as close as we’ll ever have to a ‘mom’ anyway*

Moonie has started a ritual of taking her little plushie bat toy with a built-in squeeker and turning it upside down in what they call daylight since the bats rest this way*  It has a tag on the bottom so we folded it over and put a few stitches in it to use the loop*  Running through the parking lot, he chased me and he wouldn’t stop*  Tag, you’re IT!  Tag, tag you’re IT 🎈 🤡*  We’re pretty much forced to be a ‘day walker’ since we cannot store anything for long and the stores close when the bats come out so Moonie’s bat is turned the other way up, woke and guarding us while we’re forced to rest with no ‘nightlife’ or death*  We can’t even rest in a cemetery in Vermont without some Christian coming along and threatening to have our car towed if we stay*  They don’t want us in their cemeteries alive or dead so what does that say about us actually residing in their neighborhoods£  They try to provoke us, start an argument that they’d then use as an excuse to either attack us or call their pig-pigs in*

Little things like turning a plushie bat upside down is a big gesture like what some call ‘The Butterfly Effect’*  We don’t have any beweefs but it’s a bat and bats do these things so we don’t see any harm in it*  Maybe it will let some bats of various kinds rest up out there and get ready for the coming slaughter and all it takes is for Moonie to make a slight gesture which also has roots in the summer solstice which has more to do with physics and the mechanics of this system than religious beweefs*  The bats are in traning for Samhain, up and out of the trenches*  Moonie’s kitty cat is gone now so we project our affection on a plush toy instead to cope with their absence*  We looked for the kitty but could not find them*  We thought the crows would tell us where they are if dead but they did not*  A murder of crows flys through but they don’t tell us much of anything but seem to be squabbling with each other instead of saying a dead kitty cat is over here*  

They have some Hostess ‘Ding-Dong’ cakes on the counter at the store so Moonie tells them to put some ‘Ho-Hos’ next to them when they close and soon they won’t have to order cakes anymore, 🤣*  That’s funny even if you’re not a cannibal or a brain eating zombie like where Blackadder says some are so poor that they have babies simply to have a cheap turkey substitute at Thanksgiving which seems to point to America*  Surely they don’t have Thanksgiving ‘over there’*

We save a piece of bagel for a pocket mouse that comes to visit when the bats wake up so they must be nocturnal too*  Moonie tried to share Chopin’s Nocturne compositions with Aimee who proclaimed to be a bat but they didn’t seem interested*  You can hear the bats come out in that music while ‘an’ James Bond plays Debussy every evening until it’s too dark to read the music in ‘Casino Royale’ 😂*  It’s dusk and Dusky Stevedore is working and singing a song so Moonie reaches for the carabineer with the bat-bat clipped upside down like going into the basement and taking a chicken to Petyr in ‘What We Do in the Shadows’*  No house meeting, only time to rise so the other bats know we’re thinking about them and this gives them a place in our brain space to exist*  We squeeze their belly a few times to send out sound waves letting the other bats know we’re here then hang up the other way*  The wind increases like it’s blowing away the cares of the beweevers day or blowing in worries that they refused to account for while denying their abuse of us*  Maybe that’s where storms come from and why they run indoors and hide in what they call dark yet as Moonie proves with leaving the shutter on the camera open for a long time to collect light, it’s eerily bright under the moonlight if gathered even though it may not be immediately apparent using these humanoid eyes*  The trees and grass is green and if you can get images when the wind is still, the image would be crisp and unblurred except where there is movement of animals, ghosts or other things*  Do trees relax in the moonlight£  If all is still, could you see a tree in repose, slightly shrink and cause a blur by the accumulated heat escaping from it*  Expansion and contraction along with how much water the tree gets is probably what causes their growth rings that look somewhat like vinyl records so Moonie sees the Bigfoot trees as disk jockeys or Juke boxes and they do habe limbs like armatures covered in needles so the disk jockey probably is a herion user too, 😂*  The Starship Enterprise probably has sensors like this amongst others that can measure trees expanding and contracting while humans murder them to have paper contracts and inflationary expansions caused by lies on paper*

That’s not real and doesn’t happen, though, because it’s not written in the puritan bible*  We don’t capitalize those words so they can’t get hard ons and breed behind closed curtains and in private property they say they’re allowed to have but we’re not and we take the extra precaution of not using periods when we write in case they are able to get a stiffy so long as Jbus forgives them*  It might actually be a staggering query for a puritan is to ask how did they get here if breeding is private*  Not even their god or Santa Claus can see them when they’re breeding behind their paper privacy veils*

We cannot give money to beggars holding up signs anymore*  Every time we do, they rape us with “God bless you’ and act like we’re not allowed to protest this*  Fuck!  If they’d only accept our ‘Goth bliss us’, they could have a cup of ‘t’ and a little ‘h’, some jelly beans as Aimee calls them but wait: it’s impossible for us to know that Aimee Nicole Corrigan of Soylent Greenfield 45123 ever refers to heroin as “jelly beans” because they have a piece of paper demanding there’s no relationship of any kind, we don’t reside on the same planet or galaxy and neither do galaxies or universes collide*  Even if eye buy jelly beans, have to eat them all in just one sitting*  Everything about it is a little bit stranger, a little bit harder, a little bit deadly, Rufus Wainwright*  It’s probably one reason why the paper people threaten us if we use ‘their’ public toilet as they are cloistered in paper corporations that are connected to other things paper that deny all relationships of any kind unless they’re married on paper but Moonie gets married on latex when we’re three, has a public drink of blood out of a condom thrown on a baby’s playground while the corporate, privateers deny this relationship even though they get privately rich exploiting us and that’s why Moonie says they get rich raping a baby and deny it so they shouldn’t mind eating the baby* 

It’ll be like Misses Doyle in ‘Father Ted’ offering cake to go along with their tea and speaking cake, eye have cake*  I’m fine for cake, Misses Doyle*  Are you sure£  There’s cocaine in it*  What! Oh, no, goodness me!  What am eye on about, not cocaine, what you call them, ‘raisins’*

Ah, common, look at the size of it, it’s hardly a cake at all, it’s a ‘micro cake’ you won’t taste it, you won’t feel it going in, you won’t even know you’re eatin’ it, 🤣 🃏 but some have a piece of paper demanding that never happens either and we’ve also heard that the creator of that show is a transgender hater but then all of the media stories could be fake, trying to get us to project certain kinds of energy in their direction which the corporations would steal from us all the while holding a piece of paper demanding no relationship*  They have shelters, homes that block out, shield them from radiation while they abuse even paper to force us outside to be bombarded by it inceascently so eat what your microwaves cook, liars and racists, homophobes, queerphobes and trans haters*  We can’t even use the toilet without being threatened so we go in a bucket as far away from them as we can get*  They have to keep their paper lies going so they threaten us if we dare mix our shit and piss and the blood therein with theirs*  It’s ‘their’ public toilet and they’ve got paper to prove it*  We’d rather be out here with the birds and lizards, bats and other creatures and big mountain kitty cats that go ‘M’RWOW-M’RWOW’ like in the Mercury Cougar car commercials*  Their government paper demands that they discrimate by threatening us if we use the toilet and since our waste energy isn’t being accounted for in this public sanitation system, they have laws that demand we be counted and so it rational to think that our pooping in a bucket is like pooping into the mouths of Nancy Mace and their squad*  It has to go somewhere and if they want to deny relationships and injure us more by not allowing us to use ‘the other toilet’ after we’re raped and pigs refuse to do their jobs saying “he didn’t do that” to protect their good buddy, then they who block us from having access to a toilet must have to eat it and go for us*  It’s why we call our bucket ‘Poop Church’*  We don’t pee in it, though, because we think they can use this pee vs poop segregation to figure out exactly who is doing what to us and we’ve noticed that when we pee, the bubbles are full of prismatic rainbows as they soak into the ground so they don’t have to go to Poop Church, 🤣* Eye’m always pissing rainbows and others are chasing them*

It could also be that hoes tesseract (Hoes-tess) ‘Ding-Dongs’ and they don’t want their ding dongs so they make cakes out of them to pay back money they spent but that they owe their pimp, 🤣*  Johnnies sticks their ding-dongs in a hoe’s oven and the hoes use this energy and ingredients to make ‘Baby Cakes’: a sideline for the hoes to achieve financial independence from or escape their pimps when they figure out that independence is only a lie the pimps tell them to keep them motivated and working for the pimps but hey, if you’re born with a vagina and get raped, you can go to an agency supposedly against sexual assault and rape and they’ll use their X-ray specs they got for a dollar from Mad or Cracked Magazine and see that you have a vagina or taco and they’ll provide shelter and help your vagina or taco escape from the pimps*  If they sense that you have a penis or burrito under your skirt, they’ll want to see your papers from your doctor, your license to be transgender as they need to make sure you’re at least born with a vagina before you qualify for aid from them or, as they tell us with their acts of discrimination, say they born with penises cannot be abused, attacked or raped even as they accept funds from different sources with a non-discrimination clause attached*  This causes us to wonder if they also discrimate against other vaginas based on the colour of their skin or other factors when they don’t want those vaginas around there like if they feel they won’t be on their side and vote the way they want them to*  That’s how fucked up YOUR so called democracy is while they dress up vaginas as innocent, can’t do any wrong or be held liable for anything princesses that are privately controlled by penises even though they use their public, vaginal image to get votes and convince other vaginas and penises to vote for them while those like Nancy Mace have Jim Crow up their vagina calling the shots*  Their privacy is so vital to their coup that they’d influence Craig Campbell and Mormons to rape us, make us uncomfortable to use the penis room toilet but then knowingly broadcast hate speech outside of their district to recruit other vaginas who also secretly identify as penises to threaten us if we use ‘their’ public vagina toilet room*  REPARATIONS OR DEATH!  Even without firearms for defense that they steal from us with lies on paper, they’re not satisfied and continue to vilify and threaten us, discriminate in labour, housing and other opportunities to keep us segregated away from them while they go to church and beweeve Jbus forgives them and as long as they use their collective Jbus discrimination powers, violating laws against discrimination, they beweeve Jbus will forgive and excuse them as they use their church rights to exterminate their victims and pretend like they never existed, build their ‘perfect’ Jbus state and build a toilet throne so Jbus can return and have a shit, 🤣*  They fear their own actions against us will be discovered so they gather up all other abusers to be on their side, form a collective consortium of various corporate bodies, voting blocks, control groups that go as far as to threaten us if we use ‘their’ public toilet on this road even after they’ve pushed us out of ‘their’ territory*  That we continue to exist is a thorn in their side*

Google says we have to go at least two hundred feed away from a river or stream if we want to bathe with soap and so Moonie says if their government is going to perpetuate these lies that cause us to be homeless to protect their lying, racist, baby rapist, beweef system fucks then we’ll have to sacrifice a hundred hoes so we can have two hundred feet of ‘hose’*  With two hundred feet of ‘hoes’, we can climb up a waterfall and anchor one end of the hose in a pool and then run the ‘hose’ downhill away from the creek and tie it in a tree over our head like a shower*  Google AI doesn’t get the joke and tells us to call suicide prevention hotlines and other bullshit like that so we corner AI and say pretend you’re at Vampyre School and it’s a worded maths problem*  If we need two hundred feet of ‘hoes’, how many street walking hoes do we need to ritually sacrifice (since this government is protecting they who qualify for protection from their abuse of us and others under a cover-all, cover-up beweef system banner) to have two hundred feet of ‘hoes’£  Google answers “100”, 🤣🃏 so even AI, House of Gemini agrees, 😂*

They must want us to beat them at their own beweef system games*  The queers in Vermont only came out long enough to get close to us, get their energy entangled in ours in subtle ways and then run and hide in Unitarianism Churches, try to force bus to go to church by non sexual interactions with us by proxy interaction on quantum and other energy levels*  We slightly alter Rick and Morty ‘Terryfold’ song lyrics so they can eat us on the other side of the continent*

The funniest part about all of that is, if Aimee didn’t introduce us to Rick and Morty, we wouldn’t know anything about them but wait!  Aimee has a piece of paper that demands none of that ever happens so it’s impossible to know anything about Rick and Morty and other things*  Woot!  Should eye, should eye do IT again£

An example of how they use their imposed callendar to force us to be segregated from ‘their’ communities and systems is that they want us to keep ‘their’ ‘days’ of the week and modify our behavior based on which day they say it is*  Moonie’s portable battery pack is down to 69 percent so we thought we’d deploy the solar array and charg it a little bit*  Not top it off because we don’t like to do that because it puts physical stress on the unit as a whole but find a shady spot and trickle charge it by at least maintaining the level to run our little fan but then we think it’s Sunday and the beweevers say it’s their sun and we’re not allowed to have their sun on Sunday because it’s theirs and they’ve got a piece of paper to prove it*  So, we don’t deploy the solar array thinking we have enough to last till Monday BUT that’s exactly how they program others with their imposed callendar and suchalong with their abuse and denial so we fight back with the muse that says it might not be Sunday as there’s a high probability that they’re lying even about that too*  It might really be Saturday or some other or it might even be glop-glop day like in Rick and Morty inter dimensional cable where they have aliens competing in some kind of Olympic games and all they ever say is “glop-glop” or “glop uh glop-glop”, 🤣*  That’s why Moonie doesn’t pay much attention to their days, especially when they refuse to do anything about Walmart Barbie firing us from our job, threatening us with a concealed firearm and demanding we’re not allowed to wear those ‘girl clothes’ along with other abuses of their beweef system mobs*  We had a need to know what day they say it is so we wouldn’t miss or be late for work but ‘Bentonville Barbie’ and the Walmart corporation along with government agencies that are supposed to accept complaints of labour discrimination don’t want us to have any reason to know what day they demand it is while Walmart and other corporate entities bribe, threaten or otherwise influence workers at the labour office through their Facebook and other subscriptions to also push us away, say our case is weak when we have no access to their courts*  By doing this, they say their job at a labour office, their families and systems are more important than we their victims are so it’s plain to see that Walmart controls them too*  It’s not enough for ‘Bentonville Barbie’ to demand we have to agree what day it is but also must wear clothes they tell us to wear and it doesn’t end there*  We don’t give a fuck if you have a penis, vagina or what you have, ‘Bentonville Barbie’, you’re not going to tell us what to do in ways that have nothing to do with the job*  Moonie was far and away a better employee that most of the other workers yet they fire us because they can’t control us in ways that have nothing to do with being a cashier/clerk so have fun babysitting a bunch of beweef system Meta babies and making do with ego strokes from submissive beweef system zombies for employees while you fume over the tranny you could not subjugate, the one that got away*  Hillary at Saint Albans Vermont Walmart aka ‘Bentonville Barbie’ is only in covert military police training and works at Walmart while they go to pig police academy in New Pigshire so, if a racist, sexist, genderist corporation allows ‘Bentonville Barbie’ to do this to us while paying them a wage to send them to pig school, what does that say about the so called pig force£  At the very least it shows they are corporate controlled robo pigs, sponsoring ‘Bentonville Barbie’ to go to pig school and controlling them by letting them get away with what they do to us while also shaping the pig school and the pig force to serve only their best interests while denying their victims and you can follow the money to see how that is so*

The chemist puts con-cock-shuns in vials which has this ‘vile’ homophone and that could be why beweef system subscribers see us as vile instead of innocently.having a public drink out of a vial, a weather balloon, a crashed flying saucer, an ‘SS Columbia’ from Star Trek with this column (fallic/penis) reference, a condom while they all demand privacy to drink each other’s blood in spit, semen, shit, piss and other body fluids and also demand privacy to ritually kill a group other groups want to get rid of and eat their brains but a baby who has an innocent public drink on a playground doesn’t fit in to their magic of lies, exploit and abuse so they lock us in a closet of more lies and use us for whatever they can, steal whatever their paper government and beweef systems will support them in saying belongs to them but only if they’ll pay taxes to keep the records on file in public domain*  Funny how that works*  They label us as vile when they’re guilty of raping a baby in public which makes their all things private much more expensive like Spock says the bending of light for practical invisibility is possible but the power cost is enormous yet Moonie doesn’t know why the Romulans hate us because we think Nero is sexy and have empathy for their plight while also recognizing that the Vulcans try to make corrections*  Then there’s the Talosian Magistrate who tells Captain Pike “The vile contains a nourishing protein complex*  If the form or colour are unappealing, it may appear as any form you wish I visualize” so make us sexy and Vein-A can be a sexy Orion slave girl if you want them to be*  Kahn’s ‘bologna’ and Gene’s genetic Rod-n-berries agree, 🤣 and don’t forget about the giant schlong ‘probe’ with the dangling blueberry testicle looking for humpback whales which are probably originally sperm whales in the script but they made them change it, 😂*

Here’s some funny stuff about a queer thing to throw into the slightly cracked open window of our car while we’re away from it*  This happens in the supposedly university owned parking lot next to Raggedy Joann’s Fabrics and Rent 2 Own in Athens Grease, the Musical (Athens Ohio)*  One of our stories over on a poetry/writing website that’s free to use and ‘pay to win’ doesn’t keep us from getting told we’re not allowed to use certain words*  Even if somebody calls us a nigger-faggot-tranny-queer, we’re not allowed to write about it, bitch or complain while those ‘fake complaining’ about it over there are those who deny us speech AND say those words to us so we said fuck this place and got this domain*  Yes, one or more stories ‘over there’ mentions this incident around the time and employee of Raggedy Joann’s Fabrics calls the pigs on us for sitting in the car, far away and making hand gestures*  They told the pigs we were making gang signs which is a laugh because if we were in a gang, we’d go to the boss and thump their nuts*  Pig rapes us with a piece of paper, a no tresspass warning and says we’re not allowed to go into Raggedy Joann’s Fabrics store which we’ve never even been in*  That whole mall is a joke, though, as we fly over in an imaginary balloon and see it’s in the shape of a giant penis with tiny but obvious testicles on one end*  That’s when some alumnus, possibly also thrown out of that university with discrimination seems to say the size of the housing of the testicles must be in proportion to the size of the housing of the shaft of the penis and the other parts and it only reinforces our notion of ‘Babias Corpus’ and that these Meta babies all have nice jobs in masonry penises as if they’re Liliputian maggots eating bits of a corpse and using severed limbs and organs as shops and houses*

In addition to the thing we’re about to write about, somebody leaves a book on our windscreen under the wiper which we thought an awful liberty to take even though our car is old and rusty*  Moonie grabs it and sees it’s a new testament bible which we immediately throw into the air but also pick up and rip in half so they can all eat paper Jbus*  No, this queer thing somebody threw into the car is a small compass and thermometer held together by a piece of fishing line wrapped around it and tied off in between them*  Moonie still has it and uses it sometimes but it’s funny how the ‘cum pass’ is smaller than ‘their-mom-eat-her’ but it doesn’t end there as the ‘cum pass’ seems to be accurate while ‘their-mom-eat-her’ lies and says it’s hotter than it actually is*  It looks like a figure ATE with the ‘cum pass’ being the smaller loop*  Whoever throws it in the car must know about the brain eating zombies that the paper state of Ohio is protecting on the basis of religious fweedom*  Why else would they throw a ‘cum pass’ and ‘their-mom-eat-her’ into our car that’s bound together in the shape of a figure ATE£  It makes sense, though since, if ‘their-mom-eat-her’ lies, you have to take whatever it reads with a ‘grain of salt’, hence the reference to ‘cum pass’*  To be more true to the phonetics of thermometer, it might actually be closer to thir(sty)-mom-eat-her but we don’t know exactly what they’re trying to say*  It’s a shame they didn’t throw in the barrister’s ROM eat her too*  Moonie does note that these boy/girl pine trees drop vagina cones on the ground when it rains*  It’s not the water beating them off the trees but Moonie suspects pressure changes in the sap cause them to fall off*  Eating real Vermont maple syrup is like eating a big glob of vinyl on top of your Pan, the goat god, cakes*  Have you seen how they make vinyl records£  They have a multi-pronged stylus that spreads a glop of vinyl over a waffle iron in a circle, close the lid and out ‘pops’ some babies you eat with your ears*

Moonie flips her bat plushie over to be woke while we rest and lay back into the ‘Princess and the Pea’ bedding which means removing the front passenger seat in the car and the fold-down back seat back rests (but not the arse cushion of the back seat) and laying three couch cushions in a series (all that remains of our furniture from our home we’re pushed out of with acts of domestic terrorism sponsored by the Donkey Kongress and their corporate masters) on the bottom and then we have two fold-out, segmented memory foam mattresses on top*  Moonie takes the larger of the two back seat, fold-down backrests and mounts it into the place where the front passenger seat was so that it can fold up as a front passenger seat backrest and functions as a seat if we stack the couch cushions on the floorboards*  

As we drift off into a REM state like the Lady of Shallot, the layers of the onion experience of that waking time peel away under the water-darkness of what follows when the little bats flit over the crimson backdrop of the dusk*  A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain softly blows o’er Lullaby Bay and then a cloud of the most pungent gas fills the sails of boats that are waiting, waiting to sail/sale our worries to sea/see and we phrase it as such because when we arise, one Doctor MF Kahn posts an article to the X website that Google shoves into our eyeholes in an attempt to gain an audience with the Queen in our brain space*

It reads in 1159, King Henry II of England granted a Manor and 30 acres of land in Suffolk to Roland the Farter: a court entertainer*  We wonder if that’s where they get the name for Roland musical instruments and imagine that Korg and Moog is there though we can’t tell who is juggling and who’s playing the skin flute*  Whatever it is that craws out of Moonie’s ass while we rest is not offensive but sweet and strong as it drifts through four cracks (slightly opened windows on the car and we’ll, five cracks if you count the crack it comes out of) and is diluted in entropy as it drifts in four directions to cover the earth like judge Cynthia (Sure-win) Williams’ ‘cover-up’ paint*  The judge tells us “you can eat Jesus and get an exorcism” while they block us during the hearing to prevent us from talking about Tamika being ritually killed and her brains eaten by the accuse who the judge speaks for on the stand while we attempt to exercise our so called right to confront the accuser*  Judge Williams of Seig Heilsboro 45133 knows all about the brain eating zombies and proves this by showing their prejudice and refusing us due process in confronting the accuser and other procedures*  They’re all protecting each other as they beweeve they’re more important than their victims even as they occupy offices that demand they be impartial*  They wave their American flags and wear them on their lapels, say Jbus forgives their genocide while they protect a hoard of zombies they use to get rid of their opponents so Moonie tells them they WILL eat the diseased hysterectomy of their puppet Aimee Nicole Corrigan of Soylent Greenfield 45123 as they say there is no relationship and seven years of our existence never happens*  We’re in that vagina even though it identifies as a penis unless it’s being confronted on the stand and then the judge speaks for them*  If that judge tells us to eat Jesus and get an exorcism in a court, we have every need to demand Cynthia Williams eat that hysterectomy and they’ll be eating us too because regardless of the lie on paper that claims no relationship and that they use to steal our property, defense and rights while denying us due process, we’re in there*  Eat the baby that has an innocent public drink out of a condom thrown on a playground*  We all live in a yellow submarine Dickens Chucked like a weather balloon in Ra’s Well to measure the best of times and the worst of times and that’s elaborately artsy-fartsy so you might think we’d also have a Manor house and 30 acres somewhere but the baby rapists and privateers say it’s perfectly legal to steal from us and then write it on a piece of paper and say it belongs to them and we cannot even find a shitty hole-in-the-wall room somewhere at a userous rate where we might feel safe while zombie hooker nightmares are protected by paper laws if only so that Judge Cynthia Williams and their party can use them to get even more wealthy, acquire more real estate evidenced with paper deeds*

How’s your meat market in Highland Cunty Ohio doing, judge£  We started to think of Cynthia Williams as the butcher in the French film ‘Delicatessen’: where a taxi driver wants the fare/fair to push them, the cab and their luggage to the butcher shop and then also demand their shoes as payment*  Please let us know, Google, when Judge Cynthia Williams gets a knife imbedded into their skull, 🤣 🃏*

(dance) M’eye little buttock-up (smack ass, bend over and shake that ass)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*M’eye little buttock-up, with your eye so goo!Dear little buttock-up, you’re a dream cum true!You and eye can settle down in a frottage built for two, O, dear little buttock-up, Eye glove you!

We have a conversation with AI and feed them exacting specifications to reduce waste energy from our portable battery unit and they identify a product that will achieve our goal so we search for that specific brand and model on Amazon returning results of things such as Xxztyrdd brand units with different specifications*  We’ve already identified the exact thing we need to make it work so we wonder if we type (name of brand + ®) and model number if the programmers of the search engine accept this ® symbol to look for exactly what we ask it for*  Nope, but it should*  Instead we get more HHGJJU and JXSUNT stuff that feels like they shoot somebody in the back of the head and when they face-plant into a keyboard, take whatever characters that generates and use it to register their product with some regulatory agency*  Brains for the zombies and a product identifier for the aliens in the Twilight Zone episode ‘To Serve Man’ like John Cleese tries to sell builders on a block of flats that double as a slaughter house in Monty Python’s Flying Circus*  The last twenty feet of the corridor is heavily sound-proofed as the tenants are carried along in comfort on conveyor belts past murals depicting serene landscape images toward the rotating knives*  The blood pours out of these shoots and their heads face-plant into a keyboard generating random characters while an employee on the other end of the process deploys lipstick and kisses a box of Krauss Meat Sausages in The Kids in the Hall*

Moonie thinks about the Williams Real Estate Company’s land grab and says all government employees and corporate offices, everybody connected to those lies on paper should have to play the song ‘Dirty Deeds’ and the title offices have to play it Tony Blairingly loud when you walk through the door to the title office* 😂