Cresto McGhee, Cresto McGee …
He’s a friend to you and me … from planet 3 …
A place for vagabonds and bums and diseased french bulldogs.
A place of misery and love …
Romance and fast cars …
Cocaine nightmares and laser beam sunsets …
(go fuck yourself)
Dog whistle “we’ll release the documents …”, but I remember “she’s going to jail” bullshit too.
Biden looks like he’s the winner – not because of the election, but because of the CIA narrative builders at Langley …
Now the lists will be made up, people will be arrested – not Hillary … mind you.
If you expressed boogaloo interests? – you’ll be found, arrested.
If you are registered with any liberty supporting org? – they’ll get you too …
Bill Gates will be allowed to poison your children …
The deep state will be back in the business of brain washing and raping your children …
Hillary will get the adrenochrome she needs.
(there’s your election update)
Grunket tribes are forming up east of Houser Street, not far from the abattoir where stray cats and dogs are made into street tacos … Old Charlie works there still … he likes the style.
Fromen-folks, covered in oils and feces, are migrating from Ballard to Westlake, their bodies are covered in sores …
Next week protein cubes are 50% off at Oort’s Butt-cake warehouse.
Time to feed.