CRAPTAIN’S LOG: SOME TIME AND DATE NEAR THE END OF THE GREAT ANOMALY…
What’s so GOOD about ThIS MoRninG ?/?/?
ThE moRniNG at all? AnY MOrnINg?
It’s the same shit every day… The running rats of capitalism.. On their marks.. Ready. Get set…. Shots fire … shots fired …
at your head…
at your feet..
At your shoulder
at your torso ..run..
At your legs
At your stomach
Get away from the shots fired..
High powered military grade assault weapons …
This is war
IT is WaR.. la guerra..
Todos contra todos..
La vida estadounidense
Active shooter.. Active shooter…
¡Tirado active de peligro!
A phrase so common in our time. || Active shooter.. ||
No es gran cosa
No big deal..
Pas grande chose..
We walk in death..
We are death..
We are dead..
Dead to the outrage of it all..
|| It’s become mundane.||
If this is | | the mundane.. | |
I most certainly..
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|Yawn| |Quotidien| Aburrido. ||| Banal..||| || The banality of evil.||| Boring.. Common.. Commonplace.. Just another day.. Normal.. El mal es normal..
Evil of banality… Stand up motherfuckers..
You think it’s funny motherfucker?
That’s how average, everydayness it is..
Fuckers laugh at it..
False flag morons tweak the gullible..
|| GULLIBLE ||
The majority of estadounidense..
|| P.T. BARNUM.. No one ever lost money.. Underestimating the _____ and _____ of the American populace.. Intelligence ?? Taste?? Both?? Backwards | FORwArDs ||| sDrAwROF ||
Or some such thing he said.. || Dice || Él dice ||
Hello Dystopia.. It’s where we live..
This is how we live
Utopia is “no place”.. Too good to be true..
NoW .. EveR
The bad place… lugar malo.. .. el mal lugar…
terrible spanish grammar..
English? It’s shite too…
Can barely communicate in my first language.. English.. A sort of english.. Texanese.. Texano.. Tejano.. Gringo-speak || redneckese || A language with an emphasis on greasy, spicy food.. Grilled in mesquite stick flames.. And the hauling capacity of pickup trucks..
Size of tires..
Shocks.. Hemis.. And all that shit..
Lots of posturing.. Good for posturing.. The language of posturing..
But danger.. Malice.. Dallas… we expect malice..
We avoid Dallas..
Dallas is malice..
Terror.. Bombs.. Attacks.. Nuts with guns.. Guns with nuts.. Paranoid fever dream of the end of the world.. I guess this is what we wanted…
|||| We can’t have nice things.. ||||
But bad stuff… ??
We got it
Part and parcel of the air we breathe, the earth we tread..the love we make.. The make we love … ambient terror… just another day in America.. United States | Estados Unidios | disunited.. Estados adios.. America gritando..
Terror is normal..
As common as poor grammar; trips to Walmart.. Chick fillet and chick fellatio..
|| Cheap ||
Nothing good about them.. Cheap junk.. Obsolescence duly planned.. Disposable.. More plastic for the pacific garbage patch…
Soon to be
Into the dustbin of labor …
capital finding no more use for us…
Except exploiting our death/s
Milking your dry bones dryer..
High unemployment.. Inflation, stagflation, skyrocketing cost of living… Cost of living now outweighs benefits.. Says the Onion..
The onion sold out too… We all damn sold out.. Souls sold to the highest bidder.. And that wasn’t a very high… bid..
Do i doth protest too much?
Perhaps.. Perchance.. But somebody’s gotta do it…
We can’t all sit still, be quiet ,and wait for the bombs to drop..
Singing >>kumbaya<< meh laird.. guvnah..
The bullets to fly..
Peace, love, and oxford commas..
The SWAT tanks to crush us..
Buckle up, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride..
Active shooter ..
I love you BABY..
.. Cops won’t help ya.. Kid … Yer on yer own kid… Under the desk kid.. Duck and cover.. || KID || Active shooter drill. || KID || This is not a drill.. || KID || Mass production .. || KID || Mass reproduction .. || KID || Mass Suicide ..|| KID || mass murder.|| KID || . Did Marx see THIS coming? || KID?? ||
Mass death.. Mass slaughter…
buildings collapse, planes and cars crash, medicine… disease.. And more medicine.. And disease.. Unease.. Cancer… Chemo on top of chemo.. It keeps spreading.. The never ending growth uber alles.. Capitalismo is cancer..
Carnage.. Carnage.. The machine age has not led to a better life… but a more efficient death.
We’ve given up a meaningful life for convenience.. And for some reason we cannot connect the dots or just don’t care to connect the dots or that it’s killing us… sometimes slow.. Sometimes fast.. Depending on where you are and the time of day… luck… lack thereof… times up… They call them accidents… but they just keep happening… it’s planned.. This is the meat grinder society… we willingly.. And gladly … || SO GLADLY || put ourselves out there for the butcher.. Keep feeding that machine, folks… We are gullible. The rich laugh.. We are fools..
The money men..
THe bankers.. Money lenders and money changers..
DRINK oUr BlOoD
And the temple is a zoo..
No whips in sight..
We think this is the only way to live… Hell.. we even think it’s the best way to live.. The rich laugh.. Indeed Candide .
The best in the world in the best of all….
Dr. Pangloss.. Panglossian paint plasters our eyes |shut | |blind|… nice pangloss..
Gawd is in endless stitches.. Heez much entertained by his little arts and crafts project… his ant farm, so to speak. All his friends come over on weekends for endless amusement… We are their entertainment.. One big hapless farce… and it’s not even French.. It’s the three stooges on steroids… A pug in a maze.
REPRODUCTION OF THE MASSES…
Annihilation of the masses..
Annihilation station nation
Le roulé des mots..
ROT IN PEACE || REST IN PIECES…
I’m running very late, but I don’t care..
GAWD LAUGHS AT ME..
Meaningless. Banality.. Aburrido.. Caca..
GAWD LAUGHS AT US ALL…
|| KID ||