Riced Out Yugo
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Posted by shitbowl @ 2020-05-19 17:05:17
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egg instructions

egg of yolk the olk of yegg,
oaky yoaky shelly peg;
peg unclipp and shell is fall,
what lies in the eggshell wall?

eggwell shawl and fall and foil,
saucepan broth and froth and boil;
yolk and white and wholk is folk,
in goes egg; with spoon it poke;

spin and froth and boil with flame,
out of chicken with no name;
cook and white yolk egg and simmer;
onto plate where it do glimmer.

now it eat, with mouth; not leg.
now it tanste. it tanste of egg

Posted by TRIANGUL THE ALMIGHTY @ 2020-05-15 01:44:09
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Fallen like straw with a pig in a millow,
Songs in my heart like a flute in a pillow.
Comforted frost in your evergreen wind,
Got all the past that you’ll never rescind.
Tempter rebounded, don’t scatter my ashes
By temples confounded and matter by lashes;
The whip of the cream and the quantum-flux ardour
Beheld ’neath a team of the mightiest larder.

Gibbons have trumpets like ferrets in berets;
Rhinos have horns which they thrust on the frehways—
And yet I still see your face: it is floating;
Much like the clows and the shleep, it is gloating.
What all the hell and the gall and the ball?
Flimsy old-face-man, you drive up the wall?
I’ll set fire to pharaohs, and enter their houses;
And boshity-bishity blink at their mouses.

Posted by TRIANGUL THE ALMIGHTY @ 2020-05-04 00:01:10
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Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2020-04-21 04:41:33
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gotta bbrd for my fethaers

mm there are some excellent flavours of birds around here, all the good ones like Grapefruit and Beetle.e.e.e.e.e.e.e.e.e.e. divided by too much infonumeration. But that ain't me main line of einquiery, old chapel.

got jinxed? try a man who will do a thing

Posted by TRIANGUL THE ALMIGHTY @ 2020-04-16 15:21:06
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Welcome to my rabs
Posted by shitbowl @ 2020-04-13 15:02:40
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gnote to self
feddle pork spinerettes risk underachieve that which thud. April 96, April 96, April 96, April 96, April 96, April 96, /// 8

raised the the spittles of a henlo protectron. mixed wigs, in surging tides, for atmosphere. a general sense of cactus. if i could be wicked candid, well, nevermind
Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2020-04-12 01:23:18
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press briefing for update
Live Updates
Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2020-04-02 04:50:19
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recovered fragment
you and me and a buick two
done stuck up in a glitch like druic glue
give digital twitch the ditch mu mu
Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2020-03-30 22:35:35
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what is it
Posted by mouses @ 2020-03-28 01:15:22
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i'll let you in on a little secret
i am a distinguished gentleman. during the coronavirus outbreak, i care about the the important things:
  • Does Kraftwerk's Ralf Hütter have enough toilet paper?
  • Is Snoop screening his dank for COVID-19?
  • Did Kimye screw over Taylorse?

i also try to keep my mind on things that matter, like perfecting my eggy toast technique, patching moogs, and pondering cancelling my amazon prime subscription, because the heck good is it now? however, i worry that cancelling my amazon prime may contribute to the collapse of the economy, and as it is possible i may make it to retirement age, i also worry about the economy. because i worry about things i care about, and the economy is important. the care is economy. i economy about the care. the stock market; my eggy toast. perhaps, if i perfect my technique,
it could bail out wall street
Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2020-03-26 01:29:33
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typical reaction to riced out yugo
typical reaction to riced out yugo
Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2020-03-24 04:19:53
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pisinsn it downw out ther
You hear that sound? Out there, that’s the sound of water falling from the sky. It’s not supposed to do that, but someone left the bath-plug in upstairs, and now it’s fucking pissing down from overflowing. I’m gonna get my lawyer onto this guy, thinking he’s funny with his water-distribution antics. Well, I won’t take it a moment more. Fuck you, Sky Water Distributor, and all that you stand for and represent. I do not wish to partake in your practical joke of water fuckery, because it is simply not permissable, because it is simply water-pissable. So, to clarify -- which I ppresume is necessary -- there is no power on this Erarth which will prevent me from fucking up your bathtub, evil virus of Satan whomst insists on throwing water at us all.. I have a CHID, you know. My child oes not like this sc
Posted by TRIANGUL THE ALMIGHTY @ 2020-03-22 01:39:53
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Required cremes

I'm writing you

'cause I fucked

I'm in the fucking shit

Somebody jump in my computer server

And take the information out
Posted by shitbowl @ 2020-03-08 17:54:40
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information is serious business
the store wasn't convenient for Tesco LaTone (the man named after the convenience store in which he was conceived), and the only other conceivable location was located across the bar from a rather foul-tempered robot, who, despite his disposition, would always overpour. a guy who was the guy for some other guy that does stuff, he needed this guy fixed down at the department of elbow grease.

i had just the thing: the department of elbow grease had a contract with pepsi, and employees were forbidden to drink coke, discuss coke, snort coke, tweet about coke, or snort tweets about coke. bottomless linda had herself a job down at the department of elbow grease, and knew that that guy (no the other one [no the other one {no the other one}]) left his password on a post it note on the monitor, and that the password was SEXPARAKEET420, and that he probably, like, uses the password for all that shit, and, like, THANK GAWD you're gonna fix him because he's always starin' at my behind and then pretending like he was thinking about a related rates problem from the night calculus class he's taking, as if adding "night" to calculus makes it cooler, well, actually i guess it does, but, like, ugh, get into number theory or something

that's why they called her bottomless linda. not only did i get the information i wanted, i got a lot more besides

i pulled an origami crane out of my pocket, and slid it over to Tesco LaTone.

he nodded. "if this werks," he drawled, "i gotcha 50,000 youtube followers." i nodded.

"would. you. like. some. more ?!" the robot bartender interjected.

"always," i replied.
Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2020-02-07 00:39:43
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Posted by shitbowl @ 2020-01-22 17:33:37
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We’re all just partying on a freeway towards Jerusalem

I was driving down this ancient country lane one summer evening, sometime around 1990, when I had this bizarre out-of-body experience. My head was floating above the wing mirrors in some kind of dreamlike effervescent trapezoid state. Ever since then, I’ve tried my hardest to get back into my body, but it just runs away from me screaming in terror. Could it have been aliens? Sure. But it could also have been something far closer to home. So that is what I am doing write now: righting – and just biding my time until I drop dead from an amount of alcohol.

Fuck this life. It leads us nowhere. We can do better than that. I met a man once and he passed me by with a large tractor, and as he did so, he sang a noise to me that was somehow impossible to hear. To this very day I haven’t heard it again since; or maybe, just maybe, I’m hearing it now – and you are, too, and you just don’t realise. Because we’re all just too fucking insignificant for me to care.

What, you’re a sprout? Don’t mind me, then; I’ll just be sitting here with my trowel and consequences, pondering your fate while the line bends. It’s not as though we had it, anyway. Too dreamlike, they said.

And all those days just ricochet around my head, and I am alone in my company, diminishing in warped stature and preceded by a rust of tinted fear. Can you hear the heart of time beat? Hear it. Hear it now. It’s ticking and tocking and humming to itself as it swivels in a desk-chair. But it still doesn’t make a sound. Because if you look a donkey in its eye, and try to see its pain as it hauls that load through the desert dust, through the market stalls of daybreak, through fog and wind and rain, you will find him. He will wait for you, and you will listen to what he has to say, and fucking ignore it – because of course you would; after all, you’re only in your mind.

Everlasting love is a pity-ridden fool’s fairytale held in the air by glass diamond. Pretty, yes; but then it shatters, because its strength is only on the surface level. You go further: and, when you find yourself in the deep end, you reach out for support that isn’t there, and I drift. I drift so slowly away to the deep. I sing to myself as I go. Just singing as the chasm unfolds. They echo and reverberate like some recycled intellect, so cast by that shadow that hangs by your doorway at night. So lost by the frown that haunts your smile. Don’t believe me? Ask the dishes.

That dress wasn’t gold or blue. The bloody thing was green, but we didn’t even pay attention to that, because we were all too busy looking for someone who wasn’t even in the room. Gorillas, man, I hate the bastards. They waltz in here thinking they own the place because they can blend into a basketball match – but the truth is, I’ve never even met a gorilla before. The things scare me – and perhaps they scare you a little, too. Perhaps you see, just as I do, that when you look in their eyes, there’s something else there: something tribal, trivial, trilled, and truncated. Swamped by a vast mass of time and I pull in deeper now. I can’t believe I have drifted so far in one metre per second, but the count holds me to the mark like a dagger against a breadbin. Feel that motherfucking felt, Rumpelstiltskin. Does it appease you now, you sick fuck?

Remorse. I suppose I felt remorse when I left home. Mostly because I didn’t ever say goodbye, and also because your father never took the path of teaspoon-dealing when that road split. I should’ve begged him to follow his heart and do what he’d always wanted. But now he’s alone in a study, with a pile of grass accompanying his footsteps, and he’s regurgitating on a whim the fallacies of birdsong and droning on about nothing in particular. I feel sorry for the man that could have been, but I look at the man I made and can’t pity him at all, lest I ever forgive myself. He knew what he was doing. He knew all too well, better than I ever could.

And so we come to the tumbleweed chapter. Here we are just a-blowin’ in the wind, trying to get from A to B in spite of all the fake Latin phrases blocking our path. I guide and you follow, but you are always in front, and I am always on my phone. It’s pretty fun that way, because I don’t ever have to do anything: I just have to look to the horizon, far away, distant, glowing – and I just think, “But would it really be that much different if I did hijack the vote?” Sometimes you don’t see just how blind you are. But that’s fine, because neither do I. We should’ve gone to that optician’s whose name I can’t mention. I can’t mention it because they didn’t pay me for product placement, and I’m not a shill – whatever that means. I read it somewhere in a book. You can, too, if you know which one I read it in.

Hot air balloon flight, October ’53. Water balloon fight, January. I’m sorry I don’t recall what year. But it was cold, and the air was icy crystal on the breath of tomorrow; and through yonder window breaks some reference to a faraway social standing. Imitation will not cut it.

No. Imitation will not cut – will not cut – not cu – imitation will not cut it … ? I don’t remember precisely how she said it, but it really inspired me. Someday, when I grow up, I want to be like her. A politician, ruining people’s lives for fun. Fuck the system, grab a shitload of marzipan, and put it in a sandwich. Facts don’t care about your facts, stupid liberal. I just rekt you with facts and logic, and there’s no way you can tell me to the contrary, because if you do, I simply won’t consider your point as valid, because I don’t have time for your bullshit, clever one. You think that, just because you have the entire nuclear arsenal on your side, you are strong? Rubbish. I was stronger with a musical band than I was with a rubber band. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will fucking mess up your psychological state for years on end, you little shit.

We’ve updated our privacy policy and baked some fresh new cookies. But don’t worry, because we’re $news_company, and we’re depressingly trustworthy. So trustworthy that even we have to keep smiling as the sky falls down, and it rises again in the East and the West and the house falls and kills her. Oh, that poor land. How far they lightly have fallen. We shall mourn them in last week’s papers.

Trust us. What have you got to lose anyway, little man? Your wife? Your son and kids? They don’t care about you; heck, they don’t even really exist. They’re only here to pacify you while we launch our new secret government drones to spy on them. We will hunt down those little nonexistent bastards. Our malicious glee provides them with purpose and belonging. West Virginia, Mountain Mama, all just names in places on a breath of fresh air. They don’t seek your virtues.

The world is on fire. Globe spins. The pips. News at 10, 11, 12, 14, 15; sweet, cue advert break. Must be funny. We’ll be back after the break with even less engaging content than before. Do drive safely. I wish I had. Or what’s left of me, anyway. Nothing but bones now, and they ain’t half crunchy. Cor, blimey, they taste like those times with me mates down at the local pub. All dead now, of course. Funny lot, they were; always eating each other. I suppose it was the beer.

Emperor Marion James IV always spiked our drinks, and sat down to watch as the results wobbled in. I remember he told me they loved me as he stuck that glass shard into my stomach. Spot of indigestion, best lie down. He got 10 years for that. Not long enough, I’d say – not with all those murders in the back catalogue. I suppose, however, that we must be fair to our Society Testers; for while they live, we grow stronger.

I got chickenpox from a neighbour once. He was a chicken. Bloody nice fellow, but he couldn’t keep his poxy pox to himself in the end. Died in 1769 from a heart overdose. What was it like for him, I wonder? When the only person you love is yourself, that’s a hell of a lot of mirrors needed to be surrounded by your loved ones.

Ah, the loved ones. They never see themselves in the eyes of others. But, I mean, how the fuck could they? They’d need to, like, rip out someone’s eyes or something, and there’s no way they’re sewing buttons into my eyes as a replacement. I will fight them on the beaches. The beaches where the palm trees look like ugly little gerbils. I like those ones; they’re kinda pretty. Reminds me of my home planet with all those watermelon-shaped dinosaurs.

Tune in every Sometime for a new thing. Be thankful this one is over. Be concerned that you read it all. And if you didn’t read it, be happy; you just escaped pain itself. Speaking of pain,

Posted by TRIANGUL THE ALMIGHTY @ 2020-01-17 22:05:03
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anecdote slowly comes into focrus
bellzeborgle bottzletroggen mitvumpen geplunty amungst titi^3(*-1n.2) so please excuse my scones. i'm really cabled, so don't question my connections. i'm slightly effluvient, but don't misunderstand my projections. i've been tracking this positive sandwich for twelve parsecs, and i know a hamburglar or seventeen on my block. back in the kale wars of 2039, i was the only one with the grapes to go toe-to-toe with marie raisonette. i didn't win, but at least went the distance. you should have seen the look on howie zittangio's face
Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2020-01-12 21:01:42
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Zifgle giggle
Posted by shitbowl @ 2020-01-03 00:27:14
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