“The two people
Singularly, the uniple is the Halbefleische consciousness according to Herr Doktor Ub. That is right. Doktor Ub. A short name. Do not laugh.
Dr. Ub discovered that there was a very nasty but scientificly DELISHIOUS experiment carried out on the town of Two Pikes, in Southern Nuncaland. As you may know, the town of Two Pikes has beautiful forests and an abundance of lumber and is the chief producer of toothpicks for the entire woodland and bourough grassyfield and pink yellow flower-laiden dogs not spayed or goobered yellow picket fenced happy dale… well- the Whole Treetoppin’* Continent of Dugg. On Planet Pooterun.
* treetoppin’ is an irreverrent rough referrence to the previous ancient destruction of planet Pooterun. By the blesséd Socilitar Khan, whose reign over the hashfires and even the land of Deceptadeth last forever. Nok nok.
Lo, where was I? Hi. I am back.
On planet Pooteran the binary mystery is unfissuring itself in a pool right NOW. And all the time. The president of Tipperdoo gets high on noober-doo every dang day and then gets on TV. What does he say? Its a lie… no, true…
(The secret is that each has TWO. It is, on Planet Pooteron, a solid fact… solid as a penny caught in the gears of a marshbutter machine.. that each has
The warmwibblerdip predicted that Horace the horribler from the world of black and blue ghosts would introduce a horror to the Rom and the Rim of a man so as never to be equaled in the projects evil again. The Rim and the Rom would be made into ONE.
Was that the primus delight? A juicy morsel of achievement?
Or somehow would the Khan succeed in the becoming- is this the ranting of an Irth-borne? YES. Hahah.
Within myself are the two of the Rim and the Rom, and while mostly one is gone, the other is heavy and lead.
Into the skies hope,
lest the battle in your own
mirror break you- each unit has sides. Two.”
And the Earth man disappeared as he spoke,
his clothes- a pair of Wranglers and a yak bolo and a red shirt, white leather jacket and a purple baseball cao and the drink he was sippin, the cigar… all went up into smoke. And there was a pile.
Out of the pile of the man’s ashes was a Punibblet.
I said “hi” to the Punibblet.
And he ran laughing.
grabbed him. I bit his head.
And instantly everything that he had ever known was downloaded. Like all that crap I just wrote but ITS TRUE!! There is a Universe, and Masters in it and a big hero and trees on other people’s planets! Woosh. Well, I didn’t hurt him. The Puhnibbler.
He is the de-incarnation of his planet’s version of Moses, only in THEIR desert they were there… forever and a day… so I suppose that is “Hell and change”! Woo! Cannot beat that with a stick.
But you can acquirre a fine alien tooth pick.For a Two Pikes tooth pick… I will sell three to help buy soccer balls for the Congo soccer team. We all know they are just dying for some recreation… just send 3000 men and women in the next 3 days who have €30,000 taped to their legs- have them be CIA and KJB qualified, age 20 to 28 and quietly assassinate the 3000 people in power that the 20 million would most hate… the 20M that are rotted dead.
And that is how I think star heroes should work. An astronaut does not have to leave the ground to shoot the moon. As a human being my brain and occular attention have a responsiblity to think about what is on the net. That “VOTE” of thought, I call pray-ing. My vote is against the proud and praying. Its called HARVEST. Not killing. Thats why I say use the GOOD cutlery. A Spetsnats sharpened silver butterknife on a Congolord. Let out the boysenberry. Find another. Repeat.
The toothpicks are real. Don’t poke youself with them.