PSR #9: CRISIS in the ROCKIES!

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RACE WAR PART 2 …

Link: https://www.cbsnews.com/live-updates/daunte-wright-killed-police-brooklyn-center-minnesota-protests-second-night/

WILL THERE BE A NEW HOOKER REPUBLIC OF CHOP CHAZ IN CAPITOL HILL SEATTLE?

WILL LORD RAZ RISE AGAIN?

WILL THE JAGLAMITE FOLK OF REDMOND DRINK JELLO-BLOOD AS THEY WRITE BAD CODE FOR DILDOS AT MICROSOFT HQ?

(we’ll see)

Real vs Actual Numbers …

“Real numbers are infinite, actual numbers are quite constrained.” – Dr. Freckles

When I was a kid …

“When I was a kid? – at the dinner table we had a shaker of salt, a shaker of pepper, and a shaker of asbestos.” – Dr. Freckles

In the simulation …

“The government is the glitch.” – Dr. Freckles

Link: https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/do-we-live-in-a-simulation-chances-are-about-50-50/

This is where I’m at:

– there is a GOD

or

– this is some half-ass GLITCHY simulation left behind by crooked aliens 65 billion years ago … our reality is powered by the heat death of the universe … we are utterly alone …

But I believe in God – so I’m cool.

your reality exists in a hand-held game controller … left behind by the Y’oltric people billions of years ago … in a landfill … some battery life left … not much.

Cats? – they know two things:

  1. Birds are bullshit
  2. We live in a simulation

Ghost guns …

“Ghosts need guns the most.” – Dr. Freckles

DMX …

https://www.ibtimes.sg/dmx-got-heart-attack-after-taking-covid-19-vaccine-rappers-family-clarifies-56705

Crisis in the Rockies …

I was born in the time of the raisin kings, when raven knights filled the sky, and harlotry was on the menu, and old folks were taken to the swamps to die …

I came from the weird places, dark faces, knives and forks, and all the heaven glory, and all was bloody and wet.

I met a shaman named Ned, and he lived in the caves near Mt. H’arnoff, not far from Gringle, Colorado. His eyes were fiery red, his hair old and worn and grey … his skin was hard like old saddle leather … his mind was parasites and mead.

“YOU CAN’T HAVE THE SACREDS, YOU CAN’T HAVE THE MEADOW WAY!”

He screamed … he punched me in the stomach, and ran off into the desert … so I chased him.

“YOU CAN’T BREATHE FIRE, YOU CAN’T EAT SAND!”

He yelled …

Pus began pouring from his ears …

Blood from his anus …

And he left me, as he faded away, with a riddle and a map.

“GO TO DIXIE! SEE THE WHALE!”

An unkind grouping of ravens followed me through the caverns near U’unk … we crawled on all fours looking for gold nuggets and cocaine and old hooker spice. We made a tent out of deer skin and frog liver and we burnt the crystal fires, and drank swill from the old keg.

After 10 years hiking up the mountain …

After 11 winters of pain …

After rock slides and avalanche, and the old cast berries out of bloom but just tart enough to give me a heart attack?

After I gave flowers to the witches and the old maid set my dogs on fire?

The wise old shaman appeared …

At the peak …

Before the end of all world and the sky bridge of tomorrow …

And his eyes still glowed …

And he told me of the coming cataclysm.

“There will be stone glowing red. There will be gases that birds can’t breathe, they will fall dead. Old sheep will fall over and explode, and there will be NO ABODE for the elk or cougar. The sky villains, covered in crimson web, will swoop down and steal our hope. Old sailing ships will move across the desert, and the ASIAN MAGIC will spread – and there will be MSG for every bowl of chili. Soon … after the moon turns red, and the old hound howls at the sky …”

And he left me.

And I wept.

And I died.