The ufo phenomenon is a component of our culture. Our culture is owned operated and controlled by the psychopathic elite. The operational facility of these hidden psychopathic elites is global intelligence and the ownership and control of the usurious money system (money magic). The 'ufo' is a fiction of global intelligence inaugurated post ww2 to develop a range of strategic/mind control objectives and to make humanity psychologically ready for the forthcoming planned fake alien space war, in just the same way that humanity was pampered and readied for the fake pandemic with decades of predictive programming and TV advertizing. The aliens are as real as the pandemic. They are garbage being forced into the gullible throats of defenceless and compliant and spiritually violated fools. The people are ready to orgasm again. Just as they orgasmed when the fake pandemic TV show was announced. The fake alien space war will shatter the electrocuted brains of the gullible mass and they will squirt the last of their life-force in a violent orgasm of hateful and destructive self-loathing - but even more so than they did with the pandemic.
Yes baby
look at me
yes baby
and
stroke my cock
stroke my cock
stroke my cock
stroke my cock
yes baby
smile at me
look into my eyes
and
stroke my cock
stroke my cock
stroke my cock
stroke my cock
yes baby
do it for me
put your tongue into my mouth
and
stroke my cock
stroke my cock
stroke my cock
stroke my cock
yes baby.
Who has cream
these days
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What do you mean
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Well you just have it
on special occasions
don’t you
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Yes
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They have got too much cream
haven’t they
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Have they
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They don’t know what to do with it
do they
nobody wants it
do they
they are palming it all off on us
under the table
they are putting cream in everything
they sold the cream to a corporation
to get rid of it
it isn’t good for you
and they are blanketing us with it
soaking us to death
in cream
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Are they
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Think of it
Heinz Cream of tomato soup
Harvey’s Bristol Cream
Bailey’s Irish Cream
you don’t buy double cream that often
do you
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Once every few years
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Look at what is going on
for god’s sake
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I knew a man who had cream in his pea soup
every saturday
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Some people carry on with the same lifestyle
dairy products can be deadly
the strangle-cheese scenario
if you will
the schmuzzlegump omega
I had to fight
because of my accent
I had to stand up for myself
what was I supposed to do
as an Eastender in a schoolboy Acton
when my legs are too swollen
my friend cannot throw me into the back of his van
I am too heavy then with the water
the oedema
talking is exercise
as good as walking my friend
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Your legs they do strike me
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How so
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They have no character
they look useless
there is nothing of you in them
they are alien and strange
shocking and foreboding
dismal and aimless
as if the silent floating limbs of a gestating foetus
can you use them
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Yes.
How do I. Tennyson.
How do I make my poems
more like those of Tennyson
tennis anyone
anyone for tennis
a pocket for my genius
could be
Alfred Lord Tennyson
anyone for tennis
tennis anyone
how do I make my voice
more like those of anyone
anyone for a menace
a rocket ship to venus
why not
quite the intravenous
show see
and dream of us
everyone
how do I make my life
more like the last of one
just like a lasting one
and just one that lasts
and one it should be
and how do I.
My.
My name is
Suzy Streggontoppin
Goodny Othersuck
is in my crosshairs
I plan to bump into him
as is just my luck
on the communal stairs
and there I shall accost him
and show him some wild old wares
Goodny Othersuck
will carry up my shopping
and on into my ready lair
a cup of coffee brewing
conversing fresh and debonair
Suzy Streggontoppin
shall work with sparkling flair
and elicit an instruction as such
to undress before him there
and we shall race together
to be in the fully nude
and we shall make some history
albeit brutish, rude and crude.
A great amplification
of feeling
an increased capacity
for sensation
arrived at
in the use of hashish
in the commissioning
of successful masturbation
is a significant boon
to the modern onanist
the succeeding
and the revealing
brilliance of feeling
the absolute termination
in total sexual arousal
and sustained penile erection
maintained
and returning
at maximum performance
and there fully swollen
and enduring any mode
of treatment and aggravation
with the same humility
this is the destiny
of the Hashish devotee.
Dengue fever
Dengue fever
Dengue fever
I will have a fever
a good fever
all over your
Dengue
your hot dreaded
super
Dengue
Dengue
Dengue
Dengue fever
Dengue fever
Dengue fever.
A carer is not necessarily required to judge a person that they care for in any regard apart from in relation to the objective of discovering an improvement in the delivery of the care. This fact is significant, and it is a source, type or form of liberty in that it (the state of caring) has its own reason, origin and sufficiency in and of itself and without requiring a moral cost or benefit. It (the state of caring) is existence justified, resolved and redeemed. It is freedom. Freedom to be.
‘You are lying on your bed. You are safe sir. We are protecting you. You are safe’. The morning visit with ‘Client Charlie Alpha’ is a ‘double up’. The other carer is performing some operation to do with washing the soiled body of ‘Client Charlie Alpha’ and this causes ‘Client Charlie Alpha’ to indulge in vocalizing succeeding crescendos of terror. I put my mouth near to his ear and I offer my explanation to him. ‘You are safe’. ‘Client Charlie Alpha’ has taken to his bed and he is fixing to quit. Sometimes he replies to me, ‘Not safe. Not safe’. My hands are clasped in his.
‘Client Charlie Alpha’ is too confounded and perplexed to be friendly or to consent to the development of any sort of a rapport. One does not seek such. However recently I happened to notice that ‘Client Charlie Alpha’ was watching me as I stood folding a large maroon bath towel. I flourished the towel and exhibited it to him in a show, by turning it this way and that way . Finally I flicked the whole thing straight up into the air and caught it at the midpoint and let it fold neatly by gravity.
‘Client Charlie Alpha’ Broke into a sincere and a broad grin which was entirely novel and alien to his usual demeanour; that of a continuous awareness that his wife is gone. 1 - 0.
My name is
Miss Sweetlake Clayarterate-Cheatespake
Mr Brutonion Prettypolish-Pornataflake
is my man of the moment
he is installed accurately into my crosshairs
I must have him
I insist
Mr Phoraneous Guttersmith-Pryke
is a good and he is a reputable man
and he
Mr Phoraneous Guttersmith-Pryke
has suggested to me
that according to his reasonable and his circumspect estimations
that I can have him
all for myself as it were and completely
Mr Brutonion Prettypolish-Pornataflake
that is to say
provided that I manifest the necessary tonalities
and mysteries of being
therein blending the physical and the metaphysical
into a unified and a coherent presentation of eternal
essential essences of vital import
and of absolute gravity
if you see what I mean
I take his
Mr Phoraneous Guttersmith-Pryke’s
sharp point of course
therefore it is the case that
I have taken steps
to train my smile into a bewitching dichotomy
an electrical spasm of pure and of rampant delight
but this is not enough
I have connected myself also
spiritually
into the mystery of existence
I have developed my meanings and my senses
into a flexible and into a broad potential
of existential capacity
this is enough
Mr Brutonion Prettypolish-Pornataflake
shall be sensible to my vivid and to my devastating
phenomenal attractive power
concocted as a bullet
for his life
and he serves it on a dish thereafter
he shall subside presently
torn down and decimated
by his own silent rage before me
and there
beneath the power of my forbidding wish.