It's Worse Than Anthrax and Obliterates Free Will? Where The Fuck Can I Get Some? (1 of 9)

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there may be some of you who believe that i am fucking about when i ponder where i can get some of this narcotic Plutonium. but obviously, you don't know me well enough (or at all).

otherwise, you would know that i am a total fucking scumbag and would literally give anything to get my hands on an unlimited supply of this Wunder-DRUKQ. mostly for personal, recreational use.

follow your nose, wherever it goes.

sure. all the narco-trafficking and civil war has turned a lot of Colombianos into "survivalists." but can you imagine what things would be like if this shit permeated the tenuous membrane of American drug culture? fuckemos!

add that to our coke/weed/heroin/crack/meth/gasoline/submachinegun/money/war/animal/tv/pussy/internet/blowtorch problem, and you've got a nation of mindfucked fools eager to go down on ANYTHING.

god bless Amurrrica!
god bless Spike Jonze!
god bless Vice TV!
god bless burundunga! i think... it is the Devil's Breath after all. yo well. somebody fucken bless it! or i'm gonna have to. and trust me, you don't want that. you really don't fucken want that.


nota bene: if any of these are giving you shit while loading, just click on the title of the post to watch them individually. pain in the ass yes. but it's either that or slipping it some Scopolamine and coercing into anal. anal and letting you watch it. surely it would oblige. now if only you had some Scopolamine. asshole.

It's Worse Than Anthrax and Obliterates Free Will? Where The Fuck Can I Get Some? (2 of 9)

It's Worse Than Anthrax and Obliterates Free Will? Where The Fuck Can I Get Some? (3 of 9)

sonofabitch.

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motherfucker.

It's Worse Than Anthrax and Obliterates Free Will? Where The Fuck Can I Get Some? (5 of 9)

christ.

It's Worse Than Anthrax and Obliterates Free Will? Where The Fuck Can I Get Some? (6 of 9)

It's Worse Than Anthrax and Obliterates Free Will? Where The Fuck Can I Get Some? (7 of 9)

fuck.

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shit.

It's Worse Than Anthrax and Obliterates Free Will? Where The Fuck Can I Get Some? (9 of 9)

fucken ay! i shoulda known those pussies at Vice wouldn't actually try it. though my desire to get my hands on a gram of this shit is a bit tempered by sobriety, i'm still down. i just wanna know what it would be like to function sans a significant portion of my higher brain. back to zero and all that.

Interstella 5555: Part Seven

and now it's here,
we've reached the end,
i know it's rough,
goodbye my friend,
the times were good,
the mood was light,
there weren't nuff room,
your twat's so tight!?

ultimo.
as if you didn't peep it on your own time. don't let me catch you running off again or i'll give you a colombian necktie. a colombian necktie's when you slit a guy's throat, then pull his tongue through the hole so it hangs down like a necktie. usually gets the point across. not to be confused with the oft-utilized sicilian necktie kids.

and for those who see this as mere adolescent hyperviolence, know that it's really foreshadowing for the next series of posts, which will be far more disturbing and upsetting than any of that necktie bizness. trust me.

it's that basuco ese.

Exchange #1:

Peachpot: ay yo! neverending hologram! how's the ether search going?

Neverending Hologram: not too well p.p. and time's a-wastin'

Peachpot (strokes scraggled beard): sucks man. there is one thing you could try...

Neverending Hologram: i mean i really had my heart set on ether peachpot.

Peachpot (staring at plane overhead): well sometimes you just gotta roll my friend.

Neverending Hologram: so what were you thinkin?

Peachpot: basuco man!

Neverending Hologram: eh?

Peachpot: basuco man!

Neverending Hologram: no, i heard you fuckstick. what the fuck? enlighten.

Peachpot: yeah, basuco. wacky mix-up of crack residue, gasolina, and other assorted chemicals that may or may not be carcinogenic. lab tests are pending. gets you twisted.

Neverending Hologram: i don't know peachpot. sounds dangerous.

Peachpot (shaking head vigorously): nah man. basuco's straight. homeless slims and street kids living in the sewers of bogota smoke that ish to keep they minds right. gotta duck the paramilitary death squads ya know. social cleansings on the rise. if it's good enough for them, it's good enough for you, right?

Neverending Hologram: yeah i guess you're right p.p. i don't know. i'll think about i guess.

Peachpot: yeah. shit mang, what the fuck am i doin talking to you? late for methadone. gotta maintain homie.

Neverending Hologram: orale homes. tell pookie i said gimme my damn money.

Peachpot: i promise i will.

End Scene.