You can’t spell funeral without FUN

“Wherever he may be now in his final resting place his gorgeous soul has touched us all.”

“Amen.”

“R to the I to the motherfucking P.”

“Damn straight.”

“Dennis sure was a good dude.”

“He sure is, wherever he is.”

“Takin’ it easy in the Grand Inevitable, Dennis-style.”

“He’s up there swimming in the big wave pool in the sky.”

“Riding that heavenly rollercoaster.”

“Eating that eternal nacho platter.”

“Yup. Probably just gorging on ’em not sharing a single chip with them other heavenly beings.”

“Damn straight. Dude was greedy for the greasey.”

“He’s God’s problem now.”

“Double damn straight. Hope he’s got plenty of air freshener.”

“Man, that guy had some nasty ass gas.”

“And breath to match.”

“Had to stop inviting him to parties awhile ago, for obvious reasons.”

“Same reasons they wouldn’t let him in to attend church service.”

“Or the 7-Eleven.”

“He still owed me a hundred bucks.”

“He still owed me for that kidney.”

“To hear him talk you’d think HE invented fried chicken.”

“Fucking guy had nerve.”

“Way too much fucking nerve.”

“And way over way too much goddamn fuck-ass stink-ass ass-gas.”

“I pray he’s in hell with a horrible skin condition.”

“Amen.”

“With a fuckin’ A.”

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Are YOU safe from GLADIATORS?! (Short answer: NO!!!)

So, like everyone else out there, you’re just an everyday ordinary person going about your everyday ordinary day doing your everyday ordinary stuff, eg:

Little do you realize just how freaking close you are–TO THIS!!!

AND THIS!!!

Because YOU are NOT SAFE from GLADIATORS. And the GOVERNMENT and the PAPISTS and the TERRORISTS and the MEDIA and BIG PHARMA and the OIL INDUSTRY and SILICON VALLEY and the ATHEISTS and the GAYS do NOT want YOU to KNOW the TRUTH!

That freaking gladiators are freaking real and they are out there chopping the heads off of CHILDREN and ELDERLY WOMEN in order to entertain emotionless, under-sexed, stimulation JUNKIES on the INTERNET!

What can you do to protect yourselves and your loved ones?

I HAVE NO IDEA.

But together we MUST–

Stay VIGILANT.

Stay PARANOID.

Stay SAFE.

Weird Flex but OK 2099 A.D.

FYI I’ve been a little lazy lately on with psionic-blog because my cat’s got FIP 😦
But I promised myself I’d get back to posting regularly as per government life sharing regulation 8-13/22b and also because I really just have to share my latest life experience and my newest (and best) BIG IDEA! (as always please feel free to use this idea and experience for your own life channel and beam in the comments how it went 🙂
So, today I got up extra early this morning so I could channel the trans-dimensional alt-moon energy into my nutrient console and was able to juice the quarks to such an excited state that my post-keto-friendly nutrient-sludge nudged itself sub-atomically into flavour-plasma. Then, I smoothed this supplement-sludge onto my face-skin (under my body shield LOL) and let it ooze its way through my pores so that I got that quantum glow plus my daily government mandated calorie load while merging my consciousness with the government mandated Nth degree spatial entity giving me a total body/mind/spirit/data flow state all for less than $16!!!
Well, that’s all for now. So long from just another particle in the society cloud,
Dennis 😉
Here’s how it turned out. Did someone say YUMMMMY? (you bet I did!)
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Magic on Margin

cropped-bad-wizard-posterUse your magic eye
to look into investments
beyond space and time
Peer into the index funds
Mystic open portals
exposing stocks and bonds
A doorway across the cosmos
enter upon the trading floor
the Nikkei 225
the Nasdaq 100
the Crystal Gazebo in the Celestial Garden 500
Arbritrage across the Nth Dimension
Buy low
Sell high
Credit default swaps
and
asset-backed spirtuality
Stocks are the spells
and
magic is the profits
Prime investment opportunities
All you must do
is peer through
the anagogic macrocosm
into the money-zone
$$$

Moisture Flesh:The Dance, a poem by fartbutt6378

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Toe tip down
Twirl around
Rub it in
The cream that is
Shrug and shudder
To the rhythm
Of the cream
Essential oils
Body butter arabesque
Jazz walk schasse
And Milky plasm
Pretend there’s a puddle
Don’t get wet
Now you’re chocolate
Blood nougat
Flail like canola
In the wind
Now it’s broken
Wind that is
Fingers eyes knees
Get weak
Drop to the floor
You are the reek
Achettè
Kumbaya
Temps levè
Demulcent
Body’s a fridge
Contains emotions
Chill the feelings
Rub in the lotion
Penchè nastè
Do the balogna
Do the spam
Do the salami
Now the canned ham
You are the moon
Lenitive on high
You are the dance
Unction Swish split
Eternal
Infinity
Tonight.

Justice is a dish best served all-you-can-eat

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The light flashed across the sky. Like an uncooked noodle slicing through black sauce. A sick and twisted yet delicious metaphor whose message was clear: NO REST FOR JUSTICE, JUSTICE NEEDED NOW. She looked up, saw it, her mouth watered in acknowledgement. How could she not? It was as if the Food Court of Justice was calling out to her like she was on her lunch break from selling swimwear at the Wet Banana in Downtown City Mall and she couldn’t decide on souvlaki or chow mein. But that only spurned her on, drove her forward, lifted her up because she wasn’t no freakin’ hobbiest, not when it came to to stocking the justice buffet and serving it up all you can eat to every dirtbag and skidwad and jerkfart this side of the wrong side of the bad side of town. No, she was all-pro, a working woman, on the clock, 24/7, bustin’ that justice hard like a greasy sausage in a sourdough bun with all the trimmings: ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, relish, hot peppers, jalapenos, sauerkraut, nacho cheese, diced onions, sauteed peppers, bacon bits, pickled beets, chopped kale, chopped iceberg, chopped green leaf, ham steak, fried egg, capers, sun-dried tomatoes, salsa verde, queso fresco, sauteed mushrooms, pickled mushrooms, sliced pickles, horseradish, dijon mustard, grainy mustard, sliced black olives, sliced green olives, spaghetti, meatballs, linguini, clam sauce, shreddies, cheerios, ground beef, grilled chicken breast, salt fish, ackee, salt, pepper, lemon pepper, seasoning salt, cajun spice, taco seasoning, red curry, yellow curry, green curry, chipotle peppers in adobo sauce, escargots, quail eggs, duck eggs, ricotta, mascarpone, halloumi, lasagna, eggrolls, and parsley for colour. She took a bite of the metaphor. Puked hard. Them’s the breaks.