vaginatron 3000 (iron labia machination)

"there are no limits to our own imaginations, only limits to that which we can believe. therefore, we believe in the arcane, and the filthy, like mere robots sexing in the dark."

"Black holes are the product of a collapse of a massive star that has such an extreme gravitational force that it keeps light particles from leaving its surface, making the star practically invisible. Black holes act like a one way street, only allowing objects to fall into the black hole but nothing can escape from its gravitational pull." the preening scientist was his own black hole.

"White holes are practically just like black holes in the way they are formed. The difference is that, in white holes, objects are pushed away from the empathy, unlike black holes which engulf objects not allowing them to escape their gravitational force. much like the obese patent salesmen who peddles his junk out front of that convenience store rife with vulgarity. Therefore, black holes and white holes must be connected in some way, theorists believe they are connected by worm holes. If this is true, the way that this system would work is that the object would be pulled in through the black hole and shot through the wormhole at a speed close to that of light and then at the end the object would be pushed out through the white hole in another area in space. the next door neighbor kid pushes himself unfavorable upon loathesome front walkways to the passions of meat and glands. Antigravity is a force that is opposite to gravity, instead of attracting all objects, it repels them. Wormholes are theoretical objects in space. Wormholes are tunnels that connect two areas of space. Theoretically, black holes and white holes are connected by wormholes. Therefore, the black holes suck objects in and then are spewed out of white holes in another area in space. The tunnels that connect the two holes are called wormholes. The traveling through the wormhole will cause you to emerge into another universe. The problem with emerging in this new world is finding a way to get home. The only way to get back to where you came from is by finding another black hole that will cause you to emerge in an area in the place which you left from. Otherwise there will be difficulty in returning to your home." they feel the same to patrons and denizens of labor

neo-luddite recall of neon lucidity

"the cornea looks back in at itself in alarm. "

"hallucinogenic properties inherit in and of themselves carried through the streets of gomorrah."

"the only intelligence we harbor is blasted repeatedly through the membrane of existence."

"speed = past and present = toxicity of neural pathways and roads."

"we look a gift horse lead to water square in the mouth."

"head toward the light, or at least straight out of town."

"we find the exalted one in dreams and intoxication, our brains wet with the
mucus of consciousness."

4th dimensional adjustment moniker, m.d.

“These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun." - feminist xenophobe

we eat the faces of those we desire...

nudity viras quellification

There are no facts, only interpretations. ~Friedrich Nietzsche

Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion. ~Democritus

The formula "two and two make five" is not without its attractions. ~Fyodor Dostoevsky

I believe that the moment is near when by a procedure of active paranoiac thought, it will be possible to systematize confusion and contribute to the total discrediting of the world of reality - salvador dali

cracked sternum gigliography; a quotient parabula

"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe." - albert einstein















largely ignored, the portions of finite comprehensibility that slither and steam through the pondscum of advanced rationalty. the crusted salesmen that crash through our windows exhausted and burdened with algorithims continue to buck and on the kitchen floor, reflected in the greased opaqueness of crematorium slipstreams.














prey for the wounded and discontinued septegenarian, celebrity intact.
let's all haunt the dimestore vatican down by the poor side of town.

"He will come in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the rectification of the Vuldrini, the traveler came as a large and moving Torg! Then, during the third reconciliation of the last of the McKetrick supplicants, they chose a new form for him: that of a giant Slor! Many Shuvs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Slor that day, I can tell you! " - louis tulley

insert "insert reality here" reality here

“I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.”
“We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special.”
“I think computer viruses should count as life. I think it says something about human nature that the only form of life we have created so far is purely destructive. We've created life in our own image.” - stephen hawking




















they say it's when it rains frogs that you have a true problem, a plague of humanity. we step to the edge of the vortex, winds swirling at our backs, the garbage of idealism and science threatening to knock us over the precipice. there is no academic explanation for precipitous reptiles, nor for 'emotion' nor judgement. 'wait it out' is the common advice of the predisposed. hmmm...we stagger in the fog of corpulescence, full sails ablazw in the glory of our ward.




















wonderment testament sacrement

crabcake nebulizer, an inclination to wisdom and error

“It is on the whole probably that we continually dream, but that consciousness makes such a noise that we do not hear it” - carl jung















is was with great relish that the machinations of our psychosis contributed to the isolation of modennity. all thoughts not withstanding, the least of our ideals wander through fields of 20th century wreckage, the sediment spawned on the shoreline of a gentle line ever creeping to the horizon.














the crown jewel of progress...no more than residue from a gunshot, the cerebellum of thought a splayed rorschach on the living room wall. ..











the hand of God at work in the mind of man...