TICKETS TO MY LIGHTHEARTED COMEDY SHOW

My mind is a steaming coil of hot joke maggots glistening like chrome pus in a techno kindergarten run by caregivers who only read Ayn Rand as a dry rain of tiny pebbles eats into my scalp one small bruise at a time.

Outside in the darkness surrounding this all hours fucked kindergarten of pain a yowling begins and is taken up by every cat on the internet and soon there is no safety anywhere as introverts who thought they could escape and hide wake up as one to the overpowering stench of cat shit and run screaming from their homes, screaming and vomiting corn chips, potato crisps, hommus, the little crackers that go with the hommus and all the other dips, all the other dips, chocolate chip cookies, chocolate milk, hot chocolate, ice cream that costs like twenty four bucks at 7-11, the fucked sausage rolls you get at 7-11 and a Harry Potter wand they accidentally ate whole while watching some shit TV show and pretending it's good or watching some shit TV show on purpose because that's "hilarious" and "irony".

Huge balls of actual fucking irony form in the fucked sky, clash and send down bolts of clues that instantly kill consumer scum that have wandered so far from anything real that the truth instantly vaporises them, this causing a noxious cloud of shopper particles that forms a ring around the Earth that clogs the interstellar sex drives of good aliens who crash to the surface and die trying to rescue us with the message that living a rich life of the senses will save us from being trapped in our cunt heads wondering when climate change will kill us.

Then climate change kills us.

TICKETS TO MY LIGHTHEARTED COMEDY SHOW

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