LSR Notes: 9/4/20-9/6/20

10:03 PM 9/6/20

Let me give you this MONKEY’S PAW necklace, it was enchanted by mordo-fools who live down by the old lumber mill … where that guy got eaten alive by those dogs …

I’m Mr. Roarke, and I have enchanted trinkets, labels and receipts … someone is going to lose before long.

“Fantasy Island”, Season 6, Ep 15: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0577779/

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9:56 PM 9/6/20

Every moment of your staring at my cocaine eyes makes me realize that I should blow you up …

I cannot stand that you are here, you reek of the failure of eons of mankind lost adrift on a whaling ship of nimrod kings …

So I wave goodbye fool …

I’ll see you in Hell …

9:50 PM 9/6/20

“Zlombo?”

“Yeah Floon …”

“Did ya have to kill that old guy?”

“Shit … he was white and old … the radio said seek out the old white man … beat him to death …”

“Yeah … the radio did say that.”

“It is foretold, this blood will cleanse the land of whitey bullshit.”

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9:38 PM 9/6/20

You traded your man for Mr. Coffee.

You traded your man for thrills and power and choices and plastic love stuff, you traded your man for Mr. Coffee.

You traded your man for microwave ovens and EZ BAKE LIVES, and pants suits & wing collars.

You traded your man for Mr. Coffee.

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9:26 PM 9/6/20

You wanted a fantasy?

On Fantasy Island?

You wanted to live a tropical paradise life with some beautiful woman, and maybe fall in love or save the town from a flood?

But instead you lay beaten to death by #BlackLivesMatter, and the glungit-tribeman of #Seattle enjoy the sight.

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9:16 PM 9/6/20

I go to this bar …

I’m wearing the clothes that are not covered in fecal stains and semen spots and dried blood …

I say “hey baby, will you be my sacred desire?”.

She tosses a drink in my face …

I taste the failure like it’s a golden shower …

Other harlots await me.

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9:10 PM 9/6/20

The time of the thrumbis wench nears …

She will sit in her bed, covered in ancient oils, wearing almost no clothing …

Her eyes stare longingly for the past …

She’ll love you for stories of olden times, she’ll shun you if you try to save her …

She has abandoned you.

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9:02 PM 9/6/20

It feels quiet out there tonight …

Almost too quiet … like “Charlie” is out there, getting stronger … and I’m still here … getting weaker …

Little Saigon. Shit. Still only in Little Saigon.

Every time I think I’ll wake up back at #Microsoft.

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8:56 PM 9/6/20

There is a volcano …

On Fantasy Island …

It’s called Tattoo, he’s coming for you, Mr. Rourke …

Don’t be a dork …

Your time is up sifter king, your evil fiefdom is burning, your MONGO ship is SINKING!

And Tattoo sharpens knives in your honor.

And the feast nears.

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8:52 PM 9/6/20

“THIS WAS THE TIME FORETOLD!”

“What father?”

“THE TIME OF DISBOBUBLION … and jagged eye’d rage …”

“You mean the great time of the human hunt?”

“Yes son … human will hunt human for want of taco meat … many a klendit-TOR monk going awry …”

“If the power goes out …”

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8:35 PM 9/6/20

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7:38 PM 9/6/20

Hey, Mr. Roarke …

I want to be a GAME SHOW HOOKER …

I want to dress up in a tight onesie, with my boobs all pushed up and my butt all nice and bendy for the strange whisper gents of dimension 5 …

And you gave me those pills …

And now I’m seeing spiders, and rainbows.

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7:32 PM 9/6/20

Every woman Roarke meets … he turns into a hooker …

She has fun, for a few days …

Then she gets drugged and pushed onto a plane at 1 AM headed to god knows where …

And Tattoo is beaten …

And Roarke smiles as his hellish realm gains more of the dark energy of MLINTH!

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7:28 PM 9/6/20

There are noises coming from the streets …

Weird gypsy noises of the lumpen proletariat … the mass of swoily folk with greasy eyes and minds filled with gasoline fears …

These are the skunk herders, the breeders of Broadway, no longer able to love, but only to punch.

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7:23 PM 9/6/20

Mr. Roarke promises you a dream vacation. What he delivers is a season in Hell …

He has the Monkey’s Paw, always ready, to tempt you with easy riches or hot bitches or revenge …

But in the end you will go home with demon hitchhikers … your heart will be sand, grit, lye.

“Fantasy Island”, Season 5, Episode 20

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7:16 PM 9/6/20

A sklanket freak just screamed in the streets …

You wince a little, when you hear the sidewalk grumpen-folk scream for the first time …

They scream for meth and hookers and whiskey and bullets for their guns and reasons to live …

And I hear them, and they will kill me.

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6:37 PM 9/6/20

Roarke hires sklunkett rats to do his dirty work …

They come up to you in the jungle, big smiles, great credit score, nice car … and they tell you about “big opportunities” … but then leave you to die in the muddy hole.

And Mr. Roarke laughs.

And Tattoo awaits a beating.

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6:23 PM 9/6/20

Does anyone know where I can get quarters in #Seattle?

I need to wash clothes, in the most urgent way …

My clothes are 14th Century dirty now …

(I can pay for quarters)

At some point, the mold starts eating away at the cotton fibers, and it all just melts away … gone.

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6:17 PM 9/6/20

Our lives are empty …

Our home a barren wasteland …

We bought into leisure suit sex parties and coyote festivals and dancing with meth addled mother fuckers …

But our post-WW2 world was a Fantasy Island …

And Mr. Roarke was ALWAYS the PRESIDENT!

And we are his toys.

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4:53 PM 9/6/20

The gaze of the sifter king?

He looks not at you, but at the folly he has prepared for you …

He delights in your ignorance, as you trip and fall and are eaten by alligators … he smiles …

“My Dear GUESTS … Welcome to FANTASY ISLAND!”

Ignore the burnt offerings …

Season 4, Ep 18 … https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0577834/

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4:38 PM 9/6/20

You ever feel really tired?

Like so tired you can’t even sleep?

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11:18 AM 9/6/20

Mr. Roarke drowns children to make his demonic points …

“Daddy … you promised to teach me to swim …”

Wow Mr. Roarke … this is a great fucking island …

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10:17 AM 9/6/20

What if the bone broth they’re selling is from humans?

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9:37 AM 9/6/20

What am I making for lunch? – N-LIX-3

I will combine the drimbus of the land bats and merge the urine of CLON.

I will dance and prance like a whiskey magician in search of rabbits …

And your own brain case will be a cemetery of bad ideas.

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9:19 AM 9/6/20

“If it’s not a wolf? – it’s a mutt … get over it.” – Dr. Freckles

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8:44 AM 9/6/20

Fresh organs for sale …

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8:27 AM 9/6/20

My friend Jim is on a journey, say a prayer for him and say a prayer for the world.

Ask the Lord Jesus to watch over him, and us, the whole world.

Ask for the forgiveness and love of the lord.

And say a prayer for my friend Jim Davidson.

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7:21 AM 9/6/20

Once again, I am late on getting my service done …

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10:15 PM 9/5/20

BILL GATES: THE MASS POISONER.

https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/un-forced-admit-gates-funded-vaccine-causing-polio-outbreak-africa

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10:12 PM 9/5/20

More sirens … more noise of chaos.

One day?

We will build star ships powered by Moon grease, and the oils extracted from harvesting dead stuff, stuff you find, floating in space.

Our space navies will sail through the galaxy, they will destroy any life they find …

For the anger of this pointless thing called life …

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9:57 PM 9/5/20

One day?

We will travel to Mars in ships made of plexiglass, and plywood, and disgrace.

One day?

The Martians will walk around half-dead from poisonous air and radiation, babies dying while suckling on a hard nipple, coarse, jagged, and this is Mars.

Mars?

Made for hookers.

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9:49 PM 9/5/20

Mr. Roarke came to my little town.

He drove up in a Bentley, he said “hop in farm girl, these seats are upholstered in fine Corinthian leather.”

He told me I was pretty … too pretty for some small town.

He said I could have whatever I wanted, and all I needed to do was die.

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9:43 PM 9/5/20

Do you think Mr. Roarke cares?

You think he cares about the freaks that make their Monkey’s Paw deals with him?

He laughs at you, watching you in your trauma …

He laughs at you, and he will beat Tattoo for not laughing hard enough.

You think he cares?
Cares about you bitch?

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9:34 PM 9/5/20

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9:11 PM 9/5/20

“Fantasy Island” is missing a second hour …

Like the first hour, is the set up … but the second hour?

The second hour reveals the total disaster and human wreckage that results from “Fantasy Island” … they should have had that show too … but what to call it?

“Truth or Consequences”?

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9:06 PM 9/5/20

Season 4, Ep 3 “Skating crap …”

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0577791/

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9:00 PM 9/5/20

“Goodbye limited-hangout-grandma … Mr. Roarke is going to have me work in the sugar mill … that’s what limited-hangout-dead-mom would have wanted …”

“Your mother wants you to be a sifter king as well, you will learn the ancient rites … you will hunt whales in the dark of night … your home will be filled with mold and sadness and dead things left to rot … your eyes will grow weary, as time plays dice with uselessness.”

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8:51 PM 9/5/20

So …

He’s “Mr. Roarke” of FANTASY FUCKING ISLAND …

But he can’t cure a brain tumor?

WHAT THE FUCK?

He can DUEL with SATAN, which implies he has fallen angel powers …

But he can’t cure a brain tumor?

I am left empty by all of this, and desiring chicken strips …

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8:40 PM 9/5/20

The grumblies are screaming outside my window …

They are playing games like sidewalk baseball, and rat carcasses for balls …

I hear them, like I was Heston, chanting “come out Neville, come out …”

And I can smell their roasting pits …

And the queer meat they harvest now, near the abortion clinic.

“It ain’t Taco Time …”

No it is not.

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8:18 PM 9/5/20

“Life is seldom fair Jamie … if it were? – there would be no need for a place like Fantasy Island …”


– Mr. Roarke, Season 3, Ep 7, “The Wedding”

The demon king wants to pretend he’s a man …

So he goes on a ride, he takes a bride, he say’s “good job boy” to the kid that isn’t his …

The demon king trades his dominion for a domiscile?

No …

Mr. Roarke’s furious self will creep out.

(and his world soaked with blood)

I am Tattoo …

I have a pet chimpanzee.

Mr. Roarke will yell at me … so I yell at the chimp.

Mr. Roarke beats me, with rods … so I beat the chimp.

Mr. Roarke has me murder, kill, in his unholy name … and so I have trained this chimp to kill …

I am a lost soul.

I stared at you, from my tower …

My wretched kingdom, for a wilted flower?

They call me “boss” and “Mr. Roarke” … but it’s a sad joke.

I’ll grab you and throw you to the ground …

I’ll make you moan my name, because I’m Mr. Roarke …

I am the last sifter king …

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8:02 PM 9/5/20

I am a man who cannot love …

I pretend with the look of a master of arts and crafts …

I give you gifts, but they are covered in a residue of blood from others I have killed.

I am Mr. Roarke …

I am your host of Fantasy Island …

If you have come here for LOVE? – GO!

I am Mr. Roarke …

Your mother came to this island to steal my power with her feminine wiles …

I am Mr. Roarke …

She tried to kill me, on our camping trip … but I killed her first.

I will not share this ISLAND with anyone …

I will not share the power of darkness.

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7:35 PM 9/5/20

These are the words they are singing, translated from “island aloha speak” …

“Please, dear gentle sea
come by this day and drown Mr. Roarke …”

“Please oh dear gentle sea,
kill Mr. Roarke, take his body to the sharks by the cove …
have him feel the teeth tear at him.

“I wanted to show you this beautiful cove …”

“It’s lovely …”

“This is where I would drown cats as a boy …”

“She has a brain tumor Tattoo … inoperable …”

“Don’t worry boss … I bet it’s really covid …”

“Yes … that’s what the coroner’s report will say …”

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7:24 PM 9/5/20

Mr. Roarke stole the ring from a dead hooker in Paris.

He tells the woman “hey baby, this once belonged to Cleopatra” and shit …

But no …

It was a hooker ring, and he knew he would have to kill this woman to keep control of Fantasy Island …

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7:14 PM 9/5/20

I am Tattoo …

I am the shadow waiter.

I lurk under Mr. Roarke’s gaze, he mocks me but I keep my anger buried … buried close to my pebble heart …

I am Tattoo …

I am tired of my servitude, I am tired of the demons that Roarke summons … I am cursed and hope that this whole island blows up …

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7:09 PM 9/5/20

“These are the children that make shoes for me in my shoe factory … they get one day off a year …”

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6:57 PM 9/5/20

“Fantasy Island”, Season 3, Episode 7 – The WEDDING …

As Roarke prepares to marry Helena Marsh (Samantha Eggar), Tattoo overhears a conversation that suggests that Roarke may not be able to realize his own fantasy.

6:51 PM 9/5/20

“Welcome to Fantasy Island …”

“Hi Mr. Roarke …”

“What’s your fantasy?”

“My fantasy? … well …”

“Go ahead Mr. Gingles, tell me …”

“My fantasy is to kill you … I’ve always wanted you dead.”

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6:41 PM 9/5/20

In the dark triangle …

A south Pacific hell hole …

People covered in glumiol and climbus and suckling on pigs long dead from the plague …

And Mr. Roarke and Tattoo?

Watch their guests as they make love, and this is one of their many delights, methods of control, gaslighting.

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5:58 PM 9/5/20

Mr. Roarke totally uses demonology to get shit done … what a fucker.

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5:36 PM 9/5/20

If you’re going to have a prison-swamp escape scene? – at least make it women in torn uniforms that don’t have bottoms … just underwear and tops …

Can’t you AT LEAST do THAT MR. ROARKE?

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5:17 PM 9/5/20

Mr. Roarke runs a lot of prison camps on the side …

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12:01 PM 9/5/20

This how I feel sometimes.

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10:37 AM 9/5/20

Allowing Carmen Best to resign, the way she did?

THAT WAS DOING HER A FAVOR!

To resign from this dumpster fire called Seattle …

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10:21 AM 9/5/20

Schmidt is brewed 5 times, using the ancient oils of Glontoz … gathered from the frost-berries of Mars …

It is made from dried raccoon and harlot piss and wasted old condoms filled with rancid jizz …

And this is tossed into a vat …

And the vat is covered in ashes.

***

9:52 AM 9/5/20

I look at Beans sometimes, and I think … “how are you still alive?”

And yeah – I think Jesus looks at me the same way.

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9:30 AM 9/5/20

“Schadenfreude and humor are first cousins.” – Dr. Freckles

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9:08 AM 9/5/20

I was supposed to watch BEANS today … my sister’s french bulldog … but that call never came, I’m assuming my niece is watching BEANS …

I think BEANS, and his relationship to any human is like ME and my relationship to Jesus.

I think I look at BEANS sometimes, and shake my head … and he will shake his little paw at me.

And Jesus shakes his head when he observes me …

And sometimes I shake my paw.

8:59 AM 9/5/20

8:51 AM 9/5/20

A woman diagnosed with COVID months after her death …

https://www.localmemphis.com/article/news/investigations/i-team/shelby-county-woman-died-6-months-ago-letter-covid-19-positive/522-bcd8c6e1-5d75-4e07-af99-ed7babed909b?fbclid=IwAR0N16Xgi9XSzTp8uRxn0oyuuzMpeHXB1FxewHmPD8o2fHLfACkrPjXDFX8

8:32 AM 9/5/20

White Jew pretends to be Black Queen …

Iron Eyes Cody …

50 million quotes from Chief Seattle of SHIT HE NEVER FUCKING SAID …

The lies run deep …

(and the Indian Casinos keep going up)

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/white-professor-lied-black-race-jessica-krug-a9704241.html

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7:56 AM 9/5/20

Fantasy Island: lesbian pawg love normalization, using horse fascination as a fetishistic intermediary …

7:46 AM 9/5/20

“I’m so happy my grandfather is fine …”

“Didn’t he need a heart transplant?”

“Yes … they found a healthy young donor … in China …”

A cringe on her friend’s face, because of someone she knew …

A college student, an activist, a Christian, a Chinese woman had gone missing a few weeks earlier. Then today her parent’s received a notification “died of COVID” …

Her organs had been parceled out fast …

Just in time so her friend’s grandfather could get a fresh, young, heart.

***

5:35 PM 9/4/20

Of the many things Mr. Roarke did … he ran a white-slavery ring …

Female guests be like “I came here to become empowered”, and Mr. Roarke be like “I’ve sold you to that weird dude for 3 million bucks …”

And Tattoo be like “look at my face? – can’t you see I cried today?”

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5:27 PM 9/4/20

Hey Mr. Roarke …

I want to be BURT REYNOLDS …

I want a Burt mustache …

I want a Firebird …

Get me a yacht and a date with Farrah Fawcett …

Take away my herpes and regret.

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5:22 PM 9/4/20

Hey Mr. Roarke …

You said I could be a dancer …

A ballerina princess …

You said I could meet Burt Reynolds, and fall in love …

You said I could be the QUEEN of DANCE!

And then …

You fuck …

You made me into a stripper pole whore.

(and I hate you, and Tattoo)

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5:16 PM 9/4/20

I am the sifter king …

I keep the people lost before the ox …

Great lords come to my den, but they are turned to glass …

I am the demon gazer …

You don’t have time for this.

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4:40 PM 9/4/20

Everyone wants to be Burt Reynolds, until they get stabbed …

Everyone wants to be Burt Reynolds, until some dude beats you to death with a brick.

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10:00 AM 9/4/20

We battled each other once …

(in codpieces made of plutonium)

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9:41 AM 9/4/20

How does a hermit fall in love?

(this is a great question)

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8:48 AM 9/4/20

I’m a traveler through NULL SPACE …

I move in the negative realm, the inversion …

I travel in the soup of nothingness, where whisky meditation becomes cocaine complacency.

I travel …

I travel until the ZOMBULET LORDS stop me.

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3:49 AM 9/4/20

I can’t believe I’m awake right now.

I can’t believe sleep is my wraith.

Chevron can’t sell beer too soon.