Notices by modern age retard (asspounder3000@poa.st)
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i was seated in my garden today, reaching back into furthest depths of the mind and traversing the bloodmemory-lizardbrain barrier of my subconscious and intra-ancestral superconscious thought, when the squawking of hedge-witches cracked like black lightning across the neon blue skyline of my esoteroticismal dreamscape (i was laying with fair maidens of days past as they crooned to my ear and sang of my great victories yet to come), which shocked me back to the plane of waking.
clearly, i have once again been disturbed by some stupid bitch and her gaggle of 30-something cat piss aficionados a few towns over dabbling in junk magick, probably with a pulp print tome of numerology she bought off a dreadlocked bisexual in a soy wax candleshop.
222222? try some numbers of true power, you dumb slut.
1488
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the widespread use of plastics and its consequences have been a disaster for the emergence of the overman
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"JOURNALISTS could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this urban shithole before. There could be JOURNALISTS anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his nude figure. "PISS BE UPON THEM" he thought. Ssu-Su-Sudio reverberated his entire body, making it pulsate even as the psilocybin circulated through his powerful thick veins and exacerbated his (merited) disgust for daemonic entities in the employ of media cartels. "With clever planning, you can terrorize everyone you want" he said to himself, out loud.
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"why do you hate?" the activist sneers,
as he breaks down your gates to thunderous cheers.
smashing your fences and through your front door,
welcoming vagrants and strangers galore.
"but what of our growth?" the businessman wheezes,
smacking those lips to belch as he pleases.
over fields and valleys his machines roar and grind,
every tree felled and every stone mined.
"why does it matter?" comes the urbanite's cry,
as he pisses in your water and spits in your eye.
he eats from your larder then leaves it to rot,
then laughs in departure, "what a stupid, backwards lot."
"where else will we go?" huffs the bureaucrat shortly,
ruddy and fat, on your dollars grown portly.
inking his stamps to repurpose your village,
more concrete! more car parks! more rape and more pillage!
"do you not want what's best?" the schoolteacher threatens,
to the greasy applause of other "educator" cretins.
filling the heads of your children with lies,
"look up to the ground, kids, and down to the skies!"
"you have to contribute!" the taxman demands,
picking your pockets with long-fingered hands.
"we'll take a little more, it's for a good cause!"
he says as he bankrolls perpetual foreign wars.
"do you not want a say?" the statesman slyly gloats,
"something something, civic duty, go and get out those votes!"
then fingers in ears he waddles away,
to sleep through his term til next ballot day.
"now dont you feel safe?" the lawman guffaws,
as he fingers his badge with those filthy fucking paws.
outside rings gunshots, thieves and scoundrels hold court,
but it's you he wants hunted, it's you he wants fraught.
"we don't understand!" comes the chorus of fools,
"why won't you conform to standards and rules?"
"why won't you behave? why are you misfit?"
"you need to be penitent! why won't you submit?"
there's only one answer to give to these swine,
just one thing to say in this age of decline.
so speak with conviction and hold out your hope,
you tell them: "i'll find you on the day of the rope."
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