Curly white poodles with ceramic George Washington helmet-heads dream themselves into a perfect face-socket, an interface which works by thermal transduction; various sections of the face heating to specific temperatures to eventually control the drawing of a tattoo needle.
Upon the chest of the 'working class' a hydro encephalic Christ-baby is crucified, but underneath there's a caption which reads, "This is not a hydro encephalic Christ-baby." Four-wheelers gather at MUD MOUNTAIN. Four-wheelers gather at MUD MOUNTAIN. Four-wheelers gather at MUD MOUNTAIN. Four-wheelers gather at MUD MOUNTAIN. It's really too grotesque to depict. But there's this one guy with an old custom Willy's with a stock-car motor. They call him Henry the 8th, because he's always eating a turkey leg. He's always got a six-pack of orange Fanta because it's even cheaper than beer. He's got a window on the world, framed in beef jerky and raw-hide fringe. He's got a Constitution, because he's a pawless whisker bear afloat in the eyeball of an eagle. He's just like a gasoline powered goat-head in the pouch of a weeping Kangaroo, a thorn in Jesus' fore- head, a coffin full of undead cigarettes, an American Spirit whose right to be here is codified in law. Hes at Mud Mountain, but hes the only one there who voted for Willy Clinton, and he did that by accident. IBM FORMAT Watching Das Boot the other night with some hot-assed American high-school cheerleaders, I was struck by the way they oooh'd and awed over the blonde young Hitlerians. Maybe these ladies don't know it, but there was something intrinsically unfriendly about Hitler. Maybe it was the way, he let you know, basically, with the right backing, a man can do just about anything he wants, for better, or for worse. The main underlying message of Hitler was just that. And that is why Hitler was always already the anti-Christ, or Anti-Mohammed even, because even though he lost the war, he put it in everybody's mind: "Really, when it comes right down to it, I can do whatever the fuck I want." I mean, when the forces are right, a person can basically do whatever the fuck it is they want to do. This really isn't something you want people to understand, and this is something the Church has been blindly blathering on about for centuries. Make them scared, because if they aren't scared, and know they can do whatever the fuck it is they want to do, look out! You think Jesus had it bad, Boschs Hell will look like fucking Disneyland compared to that shit. The Legalists in China always said Man is intrinsically evil, if not, then why I am making so much money being a lawyer. I mean really, I am making a pretty good living because everybody thinks they can do whatever the fuck it is they want to do. Even the Emperor knew, he couldn't do exactly the fuck what it was he wanted to do, he sort of had to coax the ministers. The Emperor was a totally stupid evil person, but at least he had some notion of realism, even if it was a realism based on an attempt to do whatever the fuck it was he wanted to do. So what I'm getting at is that America is sort of like the Matrix. You basically can do what the fuck you want to, no matter if it's good for yourself, or anybody else, even if you dont really fucking know what the fuck it is you are doing, and when you imagine not being one of these batteries, when you imagine waking up as a Jamaican carrot farmer whose family was all killed by bandits 15 years ago, but love your chickens, when you imagine being a legless Cambodian orphan forced to beg outside a bikini factory, but then let's face it, there aren't any bikini factories in Cambodia. I mean really, what could possibly be more corrupt than a bikini factory. Shouldn't men and women have to make their own bikinis, and ideally shouldn't we all be able to grow back any limb we wanted. Everybody knows that the end result of all human endeavor is to make things exactly like a cartoon, so everyone, no matter who they are, can do whatever the fuck it is they want to do, but do it in such a way that is has no noticeable consequences of any form at all, ever, which, when viewed from, say, Alpha Centauri, is exactly what is going on. I mean none of the really elegant aliens are ever going to see this old drunk pumpkin. You think the little gray guys are like really advanced aliens. Those guys are probably the equivalent of an American Meth head, they go around schlepping up a few obscure compounds from the nearest star so they can cook up whatever cross-dimensional hallucinogen or temporal dilation drug they are hopped up on and then they chill for a few centuries back at the gelatin hive.. I think people should come to grips with just how utterly ghetto this galaxy is.. The only hero I ever had was Silver Surfer. That guy had no illusions. He was fucked and he knew it. He knew the rules, and he knew how To break the rules. He was on the lamb from having to be evil. Plus He got to see the Magellanic clouds and shit like that, I think.
