I was getting stuffy! I needed to break some barriers! Had to lance the boil and let the bloody pus run…….Normal people don’t do this…..Excuses!?! This is my excuse.
After receiving thousands of emails inquiring demanding how soon I’d be removed from society, I realized that many thought Johnny couldn’t produce with any consistency…. Or did they? I immediately included them as the other participants in my therapy group. (I’m told recovery is impossible!)
Horserotovator has re-energized himself by falling into the not so insulated power-lines at Australia’s top secret and huge Nuclear Reactor situated 3 Km under ground at Pine-Gap and is now readying himself for the ticking-off by the president of the Universe who will later be visiting and promising to inflict help through the application of financial instruments, designed to asset strip everything they touch, upon the hapless citizens of Yarloop.
Can you ‘sense’ Col marching up and down the street with the leaders of Daesh demanding the heads of his opponents?….. I can. I have my reasons….They would love to have me live my meager life in fear… They can go fuck themselves!
Horserotovator has driven himself off-planet in an inarticulate expulsion of badly thought-out parallels with political events that, although not actually logically correct, will eventually be as real in the imaginations of the people as the yearning for a Big Mac and fries!
I, as an extension of God’s imagination, will now spend an extremely uncomfortable time attempting re-entry while trying not to spill the complementary sponge cake and piping hot ‘slopping’ syrup that they gave me at the check-out…..
Where has the future gone, except straight to the ‘Theater of the InSane’? To counter this obvious trend to be a homicidal maniac I offer up my own flag design with its own set of symbols that I made up earlier.
The symbols and design can be interpreted as asking a number of questions: What the fuck, IS, going on out there? Has everyone lost their minds? Have we developed into planet full of psychopaths?
Uncle-Daddy thinks so;
Maybe the people of tomorrow (if there are any!) will look back on this time and wonder how we ever allowed ourselves to be driven to such a state of affairs. Maybe they will look back and say, “Why didn’t Uncle-Daddy sort them all out earlier?”