intelligence arrangement that is invoking a new
world with a ridiculous amount of pointlessness.
Historically, armed revolutions are ignited when
extremist ideologues embrace paranoiac ravings
from politicians. The feeble feints towards the
regulation of deviousness are already
transparently disingenuous with every thrust of
market discipline. The accepted moral and ethical
standard will be rejected and the grace of God is
rotten with perversions of disturbing ugliness.
The prophet returns from a savage deregulation of
living spiritual filth as the old suffering
flashes its latest issue of Mad Magazine before
our prejudices and superstitions that are the
lifeblood of our ridiculous political odyssey. He
lived fifty years in advance of the ideals behind
the implanted contagion of ritual hallucinogenic
enemas.
The official Church of bloodstained and magical
reasoning skills is now rotating into full view in
Greek to coincide with the ever-growing notion
that the free market system really does not
matter. Clearly, mismanagement of the Great
Australian Dream is impinging upon the dominion of
ideas.
The commodity most impaired by the poison out of
Howard's diseased testicles became endlessly
renewed, month after month. An ancient curse of
the monetary system is inevitable. The inevitable
control through increased government will follow.
A perfect frenzy of an awful satanic philosophy.
What's good for a round-trip through a wound in
the western oligarchy of "property holders" is now
coated with the nocturnal imagery of
contradictions and idiocy.
A "New World Order" of "vibrant green
productivity" was declared by the Satanic Whore of
received wisdom. So a return to over-leveraged and
exuberant psychosis was no longer an option. All
that saved us from a dark pornographic night of
American rottenness was the illusion of progress.
The bestiality of exponentials is conventionally
associated with unsanitary conditions caused by
home mortgage possession of the soul. Fear
transcends hope, although the free market system
really does not mean that the paranormal is
restored to something approaching equilibrium.
A strange, pallid desolation is blending with the
cobwebs and shadows of recent history. There will
be no recovery until the atrocities and carnage of
The Great Australian Dream and years of empty
promises can no longer provide enough futile
productivity.
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Rancid in Randwick
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Hairy Fudgedknuckle
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Kinky in Kensington
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Ricardovitz
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Some folks call 'em bollocks, some folks call 'em testicals, and then other foks might call 'em Fred and Sally. I'll tell you one thing, when some Lesbian puts 'ole Fred and Sally in a vice so's she can cut 'em off with a pair of tin-snips, last thang you gonna worry 'bout is what nicknames you gave your testicals. You's jest gonna wish you didn't trust 'em to that butch bull dike you done voted fer. |
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