'so where are we going?' asked Beethoven for the third time...
dangling a kerchief doused in nitrates that would knock Beethoven out for a little while over Beethoven's head, Mozart answered,
'where are we going? to Bagdhad, where else?'
Friday, January 28, 2011
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'Where are we going?' asked Beethoven...
the private jet started moving even as the two mounted the stairs and they folded up and closed to a streamline finish as Beethoven and Mozart entered the small jet... shortly thereafter it raced down the runway and took to the sky... Mozart mixed a couple of drinks as the plane sped down the runway and answered Beethoven as the under-carriage of tyres and wheels folded into the underbelly of the jet....
'To the middle East,' your next bout is coming up soon, said Mozart and flipped a switch on another remote-controller which led to a big tv-screen coming down and an image of Rhianna coming up on the screen.... 'she's a pretty Frauline with a beautiful singing voice and it's a pity you will have to beat her up but you must knock her down in the 6th round... I have millions of dollars riding on this bout... if you do not knock her down in the 6th I will lose the jet and everything, which i do not own outright anyway, it all belongs to the bank....'
'wow,' said Beethoven and was lost for words, Mozart's words were now flashing up on a number of screens that had come down from out of hiding alongside Rhianna's image... why had he been kept in lock-up all this time, eating rats? reading his mind easily, Mozart answered him,
'the garage was my idea, you were delivered over to me as soon as O'Brien's head hit the canvass, nobody should have two apostrophes in their last name, one is more than enough even taking into account possessive case... but seriously, sorry about the rats and leaky tap and dark garage -- but i knew it would be the best preparation possible for your next gig, take it from me.... why do you think i never tried to help you as a little kid back in the 18th century? i wanted adverse conditions to bring out the best of your talent.... it's the same situation now.... '
Beethoven was a great admirer of Mozart's music, but the man was turning out to be a real jerk by the looks of it....
'where exactly will the fight be? where in the middle East?' asked Beethoven.
'Well that's a great question, look since your last three fights in Tunisia, the entire Nation has fallen into civil disorder... i wanted to reschedule to Egypt and you wouldn't believe what happened! Egypt fell into civil disorder too! It's marshal law for both Nations now Beethoven! International airlines are rescheduling their flights to avoid the two and their respective tourism industries are taking a hit to the hip pocket....'
The TV show Family Guy popped up on half of the screens, the other half continued translating Mozart's words to written German text for Beethoven to follow...
'You like this show?' asked Beethoven.
'Not that much, 10% of the gags are funny, or even really funny, but i need something else to keep me occupied otherwise it's too banal... anyway, back to the middle east, when the scum-of-the-Earth traitors to their own Constitution Americans invaded Iraq, it wasn't for oil -- but just plain old revenge for their hurt pride after the 9/11 attacks -- all the pretty window-dressing of the neo-cons was just garble invented by George Bush and co.... but here's the thing, the little known Socratic-neo-cons believed that the invasion of Iraq would eventually lead to a domino effect of riot and rebellion in the middle-East leading to democracies in each and every State... imagine Beethoven,' said Mozart in his adidas track pants and thick gold-chains and orange vodka spritzer drink in hand, 'Syria, Lebanon, Yemen, Egypt, all these shitty middle-Eastern countries and the amazingly wealthy oil-rich Nation States of Saudi Arabia and Qatar imploding and falling at the speed of gravity in a vacuum like so many world trade centres to give root to virginal new democracies.... the Muslims will learn that their free-will is as sacred as the divinity of their prophet, Mohammed.'
the private jet started moving even as the two mounted the stairs and they folded up and closed to a streamline finish as Beethoven and Mozart entered the small jet... shortly thereafter it raced down the runway and took to the sky... Mozart mixed a couple of drinks as the plane sped down the runway and answered Beethoven as the under-carriage of tyres and wheels folded into the underbelly of the jet....
'To the middle East,' your next bout is coming up soon, said Mozart and flipped a switch on another remote-controller which led to a big tv-screen coming down and an image of Rhianna coming up on the screen.... 'she's a pretty Frauline with a beautiful singing voice and it's a pity you will have to beat her up but you must knock her down in the 6th round... I have millions of dollars riding on this bout... if you do not knock her down in the 6th I will lose the jet and everything, which i do not own outright anyway, it all belongs to the bank....'
'wow,' said Beethoven and was lost for words, Mozart's words were now flashing up on a number of screens that had come down from out of hiding alongside Rhianna's image... why had he been kept in lock-up all this time, eating rats? reading his mind easily, Mozart answered him,
'the garage was my idea, you were delivered over to me as soon as O'Brien's head hit the canvass, nobody should have two apostrophes in their last name, one is more than enough even taking into account possessive case... but seriously, sorry about the rats and leaky tap and dark garage -- but i knew it would be the best preparation possible for your next gig, take it from me.... why do you think i never tried to help you as a little kid back in the 18th century? i wanted adverse conditions to bring out the best of your talent.... it's the same situation now.... '
Beethoven was a great admirer of Mozart's music, but the man was turning out to be a real jerk by the looks of it....
'where exactly will the fight be? where in the middle East?' asked Beethoven.
'Well that's a great question, look since your last three fights in Tunisia, the entire Nation has fallen into civil disorder... i wanted to reschedule to Egypt and you wouldn't believe what happened! Egypt fell into civil disorder too! It's marshal law for both Nations now Beethoven! International airlines are rescheduling their flights to avoid the two and their respective tourism industries are taking a hit to the hip pocket....'
The TV show Family Guy popped up on half of the screens, the other half continued translating Mozart's words to written German text for Beethoven to follow...
'You like this show?' asked Beethoven.
'Not that much, 10% of the gags are funny, or even really funny, but i need something else to keep me occupied otherwise it's too banal... anyway, back to the middle east, when the scum-of-the-Earth traitors to their own Constitution Americans invaded Iraq, it wasn't for oil -- but just plain old revenge for their hurt pride after the 9/11 attacks -- all the pretty window-dressing of the neo-cons was just garble invented by George Bush and co.... but here's the thing, the little known Socratic-neo-cons believed that the invasion of Iraq would eventually lead to a domino effect of riot and rebellion in the middle-East leading to democracies in each and every State... imagine Beethoven,' said Mozart in his adidas track pants and thick gold-chains and orange vodka spritzer drink in hand, 'Syria, Lebanon, Yemen, Egypt, all these shitty middle-Eastern countries and the amazingly wealthy oil-rich Nation States of Saudi Arabia and Qatar imploding and falling at the speed of gravity in a vacuum like so many world trade centres to give root to virginal new democracies.... the Muslims will learn that their free-will is as sacred as the divinity of their prophet, Mohammed.'
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we turn back to our subplot featuring Beethoven the classical musician-cum-prize-fighter:
Mozart had reascended to Heaven to play video-games there (Sony Playstation and Nintendo Wii) after his brief gig with Hendrix and co. jamming a Metallica song...... now he re-descends to help Beethoven with his next boxing bout against R&B stalwart Rhianna.....
Beethoven sat in a dark, dirty garage, water dripped until he could hear no more ... rats played at his feet until he slayed them and made a fire to cook them.... he made a pen to compose the famous 8th symphony and used rat's blood to write it....
behind him the garage door slowly creaked open --- Beethoven slept but was awakened by the light that came flooding in the desolate garage that had become his home since his bout with Cornjob O'Brien..... Mozart stood on the other side of the garage door with a remote control in his hand that he threw aside as he saw the garage door rise and entered to greet Beethoven.... he knew that Beethoven would by now be deaf and brought an I-Pad that translated his spoken words to German text so as to be understood by Beethoven....
after being defeated by Beethoven Cornjob O'Brien continued running his late-night TV show but went 100% chinese -- he dressed in nouveau-glitzy Chinese garb as did his audience of scum-of-the-Earth University students and his entire show was voice-overed into Manardin.... the dialog was rendered in English-language subtitles .... O'Brien only ate with chopsticks and made jokes about life in China instead of whipping the dead horse of boring old dumb American culture..... 'so the other day i was on the lookout for cheap noodles to eat for under 10 cents,' said O'Brien in flawless Mandarin in his monolog in bright red flashy Chinese clothes while acrobats jumped around and a chicken or two sat in a cage squawking and a rat ambled by....
Tunisia and later Egypt had fallen into civil disorder and Mozart had become astoundingly wealthy by making arrangements with Beethoven's handlers from his previous fights to scam money by rigged betting....
'Come fly with me,' said Mozart to Beethoven as he grabbed him by the wrist and bid him to board his private jet yonder by the garage....
Mozart had reascended to Heaven to play video-games there (Sony Playstation and Nintendo Wii) after his brief gig with Hendrix and co. jamming a Metallica song...... now he re-descends to help Beethoven with his next boxing bout against R&B stalwart Rhianna.....
Beethoven sat in a dark, dirty garage, water dripped until he could hear no more ... rats played at his feet until he slayed them and made a fire to cook them.... he made a pen to compose the famous 8th symphony and used rat's blood to write it....
behind him the garage door slowly creaked open --- Beethoven slept but was awakened by the light that came flooding in the desolate garage that had become his home since his bout with Cornjob O'Brien..... Mozart stood on the other side of the garage door with a remote control in his hand that he threw aside as he saw the garage door rise and entered to greet Beethoven.... he knew that Beethoven would by now be deaf and brought an I-Pad that translated his spoken words to German text so as to be understood by Beethoven....
after being defeated by Beethoven Cornjob O'Brien continued running his late-night TV show but went 100% chinese -- he dressed in nouveau-glitzy Chinese garb as did his audience of scum-of-the-Earth University students and his entire show was voice-overed into Manardin.... the dialog was rendered in English-language subtitles .... O'Brien only ate with chopsticks and made jokes about life in China instead of whipping the dead horse of boring old dumb American culture..... 'so the other day i was on the lookout for cheap noodles to eat for under 10 cents,' said O'Brien in flawless Mandarin in his monolog in bright red flashy Chinese clothes while acrobats jumped around and a chicken or two sat in a cage squawking and a rat ambled by....
Tunisia and later Egypt had fallen into civil disorder and Mozart had become astoundingly wealthy by making arrangements with Beethoven's handlers from his previous fights to scam money by rigged betting....
'Come fly with me,' said Mozart to Beethoven as he grabbed him by the wrist and bid him to board his private jet yonder by the garage....
Sunday, January 16, 2011
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now unlike the very many wicked Souls that God could redeem through great suffering who were ignorant, passively ignorant, wilfully ignorant, and most normally apathetically ignorant - selfish or retarded and etc.... or what we as humans often refer to as 'joking', God has great patience and great means to restore these Souls to greatness --- call it Grace..... or economy, as Souls are to God what Sheep are to Jesus' shepherd men...... hence God does not wish to waste Souls, and rare is it that Souls will become so malicious, so wicked, and essentially so Masterful of the Cosmic Laws and Currents that it becomes expedient to destroy them......... and Death of the physical body cannot destroy these Souls... only can God......
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hence at the end of the ages, a great cycle was ending and it was time for the Gods or God to thresh out the good wheat amongst the incarnating Souls over many many many long millenia and throw away the chaff to be destroyed as useless.... hence a war ensued between the Adepts of the Right Hand (the good guys) and the Adepts of the Left Hand (the bad guys) -- which took place over various centuries and culminated in the gradual sinking of Lemuria (except Australia, and that part of America west of the San Andreas fault-line - Oregon, WA, etc) through Volcanic activity -- as visualized in the modern movie: 2012 ---- and Atlantis was sunk by water............
the mighty civilizations of the time had created flying machines that ran on power generated from the Vital Force principle that can remain in seeds like Wheat which may lie dormant - as in Egyptian tombs for centuries - and then amazingly sprout -- this innate principle was mustered by the Lemurians and Atlantans over various thousands of years to run their wing-ed aerial vehicles and cater to their on-the-ground energy needs........... many long and unrecorded millenia passed like this with unknown and undocumented civilizations thriving and dying out -- many unthreatened by evil earthlings for century -- but unceasingly pestered by massive creatures like giant wombats, giant dinosaurs and etc....
when war became inevitable between the Good and Evil of Atlantis and Lemuria, both sides being thoroughly acquainted with the mysteries of Nature and not given to ignorance, pretending or stupidity -- were able to muster great natural forces in their warring....... this concept is only now transmitted by comic-book writers and the like who are tapping into their own imaginations which are droplets in the Great Ocean.........
the war inevitably ended with the defeat of Evil and God disbanded and snuffed out the Bad Souls to extinction, however the snuffing was a process of great pain and torture until finally their reincarnating principle or Soul was forever destroyed.... this is how God separates the wheat from the chaff --- after harvesting the good wheat, or Good Souls, God bakes a proverbial bread and feasts on it.... (proverbially speaking -- as this feasting very often happens right here on Earth -- one of God's many kingdoms).............
hence since many long millenia, there have not been any been any bona-fide Black Wizards.... only bumbling moron rabble given to wickedness and error and the surviving Right Hand Adepts of Atlantis and Lemuria: the foremost of whom was Jesus who had come very many times in different clothes here on Earth - which is why he asked he disciples who the people thought he was (of the previous famous Avatars of previous centuries).......... the only thing comparable to the Black Adepts of Atlantis were the Souls of the Nazis and more especially, the Holy Roman Church, however these latter, whilst wicked and evil, were far from the mastery and power wielded by Atlantis' wicked Magicians....
until now.... somehow, through some loophole, the spirit of a great and Evil left-hand Sorcerer, the Nazgul Ring-Wraith described by Tolkien, also sometimes known on Earth as Rygden Jyepo -- was summoned from a wormhole in the space-time continuum from the past when he did indeed exist --- hence he stopped existing after great torment and snuffing out -- but returned to existence, first in spiritual form over the Indian Ocean near the straits of Malaka in today's Malaysia --- his Evil Spirit now resurrected and invoked -- he made his way towards the oldest and best part of what was once his homeland: Lemuria..... and to Oregon did he go and there he found a human form to take that he discovered on the verge of suiciding and which he occupied through the ugly and terrible principle of obsession --- as the form suicided, the Wraith obsessed the outgoing spirit and usurped it and took control of the body --- the action seemed strange to outsiders observing it and the person was sent to a mental hospital for psychiatric observation -- but in the asylum the occupation and usurpation was complete and Rygen-Jyepo walked again on ancient Lemuria.......... he sought out two human vehicles to be his accomplices in his wicked schemes, both were famous Hollywood types, for he needed human vehicles from west of the San Andreas Fault-line and famous people, although not too famous, would serve his plans well due to the peculiarities of fame in the psychic life of the people, for, while the people were no longer able to wield great and powerful Magical Force due to the atrophy-ing of their psychic glands and brains (which God deprived them of long ago due to their abuses or which the people themselves let atrophy due to revulsion and later apathy and still later disbelief), they were still Humans and hence Godlike and endowed with the Divine birth-rights of Gods, for that was what all people really were: Gods........
Rygden Jyepo stole a fast car and sought out somewhat-although-not-amazingly famous singer Eddie Brickell and funny quirky actor comedian dude Pee Wee Herman..... he would need them in this plan to win Souls for Evil and prevent the feast of God on the Good Souls.....
the mighty civilizations of the time had created flying machines that ran on power generated from the Vital Force principle that can remain in seeds like Wheat which may lie dormant - as in Egyptian tombs for centuries - and then amazingly sprout -- this innate principle was mustered by the Lemurians and Atlantans over various thousands of years to run their wing-ed aerial vehicles and cater to their on-the-ground energy needs........... many long and unrecorded millenia passed like this with unknown and undocumented civilizations thriving and dying out -- many unthreatened by evil earthlings for century -- but unceasingly pestered by massive creatures like giant wombats, giant dinosaurs and etc....
when war became inevitable between the Good and Evil of Atlantis and Lemuria, both sides being thoroughly acquainted with the mysteries of Nature and not given to ignorance, pretending or stupidity -- were able to muster great natural forces in their warring....... this concept is only now transmitted by comic-book writers and the like who are tapping into their own imaginations which are droplets in the Great Ocean.........
the war inevitably ended with the defeat of Evil and God disbanded and snuffed out the Bad Souls to extinction, however the snuffing was a process of great pain and torture until finally their reincarnating principle or Soul was forever destroyed.... this is how God separates the wheat from the chaff --- after harvesting the good wheat, or Good Souls, God bakes a proverbial bread and feasts on it.... (proverbially speaking -- as this feasting very often happens right here on Earth -- one of God's many kingdoms).............
hence since many long millenia, there have not been any been any bona-fide Black Wizards.... only bumbling moron rabble given to wickedness and error and the surviving Right Hand Adepts of Atlantis and Lemuria: the foremost of whom was Jesus who had come very many times in different clothes here on Earth - which is why he asked he disciples who the people thought he was (of the previous famous Avatars of previous centuries).......... the only thing comparable to the Black Adepts of Atlantis were the Souls of the Nazis and more especially, the Holy Roman Church, however these latter, whilst wicked and evil, were far from the mastery and power wielded by Atlantis' wicked Magicians....
until now.... somehow, through some loophole, the spirit of a great and Evil left-hand Sorcerer, the Nazgul Ring-Wraith described by Tolkien, also sometimes known on Earth as Rygden Jyepo -- was summoned from a wormhole in the space-time continuum from the past when he did indeed exist --- hence he stopped existing after great torment and snuffing out -- but returned to existence, first in spiritual form over the Indian Ocean near the straits of Malaka in today's Malaysia --- his Evil Spirit now resurrected and invoked -- he made his way towards the oldest and best part of what was once his homeland: Lemuria..... and to Oregon did he go and there he found a human form to take that he discovered on the verge of suiciding and which he occupied through the ugly and terrible principle of obsession --- as the form suicided, the Wraith obsessed the outgoing spirit and usurped it and took control of the body --- the action seemed strange to outsiders observing it and the person was sent to a mental hospital for psychiatric observation -- but in the asylum the occupation and usurpation was complete and Rygen-Jyepo walked again on ancient Lemuria.......... he sought out two human vehicles to be his accomplices in his wicked schemes, both were famous Hollywood types, for he needed human vehicles from west of the San Andreas Fault-line and famous people, although not too famous, would serve his plans well due to the peculiarities of fame in the psychic life of the people, for, while the people were no longer able to wield great and powerful Magical Force due to the atrophy-ing of their psychic glands and brains (which God deprived them of long ago due to their abuses or which the people themselves let atrophy due to revulsion and later apathy and still later disbelief), they were still Humans and hence Godlike and endowed with the Divine birth-rights of Gods, for that was what all people really were: Gods........
Rygden Jyepo stole a fast car and sought out somewhat-although-not-amazingly famous singer Eddie Brickell and funny quirky actor comedian dude Pee Wee Herman..... he would need them in this plan to win Souls for Evil and prevent the feast of God on the Good Souls.....
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the fantasy continues:
as previously stated, English-man JRR Tolkien was a tremendous 'imaginarian'... and while he was sometimes asked by ppl if he believed his stories and scenarios might have actually played out on this very old planet, now sorely afflicted by the human parasites sucking her blood, most normally answered: 'no' -- which was the right answer for the rigidly appropriate (or balmier than bat-shit) British could buy this answer easily.....
it's interesting to note that contemporaries of Tolkien's time and place in the infinite space-time continuum and limitless creation would even ask Tolkien such a question which might very well strike an average critter in this particular age as ridiculous.....
nevertheless, the paradox exists that the most rigidly unfaithful materialist, still supports the notion that a top-notch Good Wizard could have come along only two thousand years ago to heal the crippled, resurrect the dead, feed the hungry -- all through White Magic and the authority of Goodness: Jesus.
Nevertheless, the ancient records, the Occultists who proclaim to be 'for real', along with the fantasy writers tapping into their own subconsciouses which are just small drops connected to the Great Ocean.... all state that there was once an age of Black Adepts, Evil Wizards in the days before the building of Egypt's pyramids and before the uprising of the Indian subcontinent from the Ocean: when the super-continent Atlantis stood where now the Atlantic ocean lies and where the still older continent of Lemuria stood in the Pacific Ocean of which now only remains the amazing land of California, the ancient and retarded continent Australia and some islands in the Pacific including Easter Island with her famous gigantic stone statue heads built by the mighty and giant race of Warrior-Devils of Lemuria - Black Magicians whose consciousness rested on psychic perception and psychic power over matter and other mysteries and not at all on the physical senses......... in these days did also roam the great dinosaurs....
as previously stated, English-man JRR Tolkien was a tremendous 'imaginarian'... and while he was sometimes asked by ppl if he believed his stories and scenarios might have actually played out on this very old planet, now sorely afflicted by the human parasites sucking her blood, most normally answered: 'no' -- which was the right answer for the rigidly appropriate (or balmier than bat-shit) British could buy this answer easily.....
it's interesting to note that contemporaries of Tolkien's time and place in the infinite space-time continuum and limitless creation would even ask Tolkien such a question which might very well strike an average critter in this particular age as ridiculous.....
nevertheless, the paradox exists that the most rigidly unfaithful materialist, still supports the notion that a top-notch Good Wizard could have come along only two thousand years ago to heal the crippled, resurrect the dead, feed the hungry -- all through White Magic and the authority of Goodness: Jesus.
Nevertheless, the ancient records, the Occultists who proclaim to be 'for real', along with the fantasy writers tapping into their own subconsciouses which are just small drops connected to the Great Ocean.... all state that there was once an age of Black Adepts, Evil Wizards in the days before the building of Egypt's pyramids and before the uprising of the Indian subcontinent from the Ocean: when the super-continent Atlantis stood where now the Atlantic ocean lies and where the still older continent of Lemuria stood in the Pacific Ocean of which now only remains the amazing land of California, the ancient and retarded continent Australia and some islands in the Pacific including Easter Island with her famous gigantic stone statue heads built by the mighty and giant race of Warrior-Devils of Lemuria - Black Magicians whose consciousness rested on psychic perception and psychic power over matter and other mysteries and not at all on the physical senses......... in these days did also roam the great dinosaurs....
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previous in this blog, the fictitious scenario was proposed that Sarah Jessica Parker from city sex tv channel would be stupid enough to go to Iran for a press junket......
continuing that avenue of fantasy writing based on real-life scumbag inhabitants of Earth.... Parker arrives in Iran expecting the key to Tehran and a ticker-tape parade for being a dumb bitch but is instead locked up by the Revolutionary Guard in Iran along with other scum from the sex city tv show..... the incident caused a massive international outcry and so dominated news stories that serial killers the world over had to postpone their murderous explosions so as to wait for the adequate boring lull in the global news cycle to vent their strength and dominate centre stage.....
in Western countries, it was considered innappropriate by a great many White Americans and their friend in Britain to cheer for the Death of the sex city cast which the Revolutionary Guard was now trumpeting over the fictional 'Arab Street' media via an SMS competition to choose the rite of Death: stoning, electrocution, boiling in oil, death by starved rats was a popular option......... as said, Western countries did not take kindly to elements in their own societies that spoke happily and excitedly about the upcoming executions........ these folks used a secret hand symbol to celebrate the affair by sticking their forefinger repeatedly through a hole made by the other hand with the forefinger and thumb, thus simulating cheap copulation and then a finger across the neck indicating death and execution -- this was invariably followed by cheers and laughs which the party inevitably struggled to mask under the malicious gaze of their more liberal western cousins....... stil sex city was such a horrible show, a great many of the public couldn't or wouldn't condem the sex city finger-f*cking haters and merely joined their ranks, regardless of relgion or race...........
such was the sad side of mankind......... left and right wing americans were fuming about it all as the Iranians didn't even have democracy........ the Chinese never learnt about any of it and didn't care about it and the Europeans were not much interested either..........
JRR Tolkien, an English-man with excellent oral hygiene wrote many great fantasy stories based on his professional knowledge of Norse Mythology: Odin, Valhalla, etc... as well as his very special and unique imagination......... some of his writings are so arcanum, that they appear less like children story fun like 'the Hobbit' and more like biblical/mythological/anthro-pological/occult-lore - his book, 'The Silmarillion' as a perfect example of this........ the following subplot is the fantastical story of one of Tolkien's imaginative creations: The Witch King of Angor or some such named northern place who was the chief evil witch of the 9 Nazgul or Black Riders..... and also about PeeWee Herman and Eddie Brickell and the adventures of the threesome right here in modern day Earth......... stay tuned readers.... and remember: sniffing glue cannot necessarily provide psychiatric relief for your head or ur sick-arse societay.
continuing that avenue of fantasy writing based on real-life scumbag inhabitants of Earth.... Parker arrives in Iran expecting the key to Tehran and a ticker-tape parade for being a dumb bitch but is instead locked up by the Revolutionary Guard in Iran along with other scum from the sex city tv show..... the incident caused a massive international outcry and so dominated news stories that serial killers the world over had to postpone their murderous explosions so as to wait for the adequate boring lull in the global news cycle to vent their strength and dominate centre stage.....
in Western countries, it was considered innappropriate by a great many White Americans and their friend in Britain to cheer for the Death of the sex city cast which the Revolutionary Guard was now trumpeting over the fictional 'Arab Street' media via an SMS competition to choose the rite of Death: stoning, electrocution, boiling in oil, death by starved rats was a popular option......... as said, Western countries did not take kindly to elements in their own societies that spoke happily and excitedly about the upcoming executions........ these folks used a secret hand symbol to celebrate the affair by sticking their forefinger repeatedly through a hole made by the other hand with the forefinger and thumb, thus simulating cheap copulation and then a finger across the neck indicating death and execution -- this was invariably followed by cheers and laughs which the party inevitably struggled to mask under the malicious gaze of their more liberal western cousins....... stil sex city was such a horrible show, a great many of the public couldn't or wouldn't condem the sex city finger-f*cking haters and merely joined their ranks, regardless of relgion or race...........
such was the sad side of mankind......... left and right wing americans were fuming about it all as the Iranians didn't even have democracy........ the Chinese never learnt about any of it and didn't care about it and the Europeans were not much interested either..........
JRR Tolkien, an English-man with excellent oral hygiene wrote many great fantasy stories based on his professional knowledge of Norse Mythology: Odin, Valhalla, etc... as well as his very special and unique imagination......... some of his writings are so arcanum, that they appear less like children story fun like 'the Hobbit' and more like biblical/mythological/anthro-pological/occult-lore - his book, 'The Silmarillion' as a perfect example of this........ the following subplot is the fantastical story of one of Tolkien's imaginative creations: The Witch King of Angor or some such named northern place who was the chief evil witch of the 9 Nazgul or Black Riders..... and also about PeeWee Herman and Eddie Brickell and the adventures of the threesome right here in modern day Earth......... stay tuned readers.... and remember: sniffing glue cannot necessarily provide psychiatric relief for your head or ur sick-arse societay.
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