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Beasts of Prey

HYMIE HITLER

Copyright © 2012 by Hymie Hitler.

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Contents

Note On The Author And Editor

Norma Sheareresque Bitterness

Spiderland And Flyland

A Moneyhead

Vampireworld

Vagitus

Invisible Termigant

Cecil Rhino

Walden Five

Normie Shearer

Walden Three

Brash New World

Utopia

The Weremonster

The Tatterdemalion

Hilarious Tattoos

Toy Man

The Quintillionaire

The Novellaist

Frankenworm

Frankencat

Ginger Rogers

The Centillionaire

Golden Dawn

Goldie Hawn

Los Angeles

W.C. Fields

The Salingeresque Nasty

Necessary Good

To B.F. Skinner

NOTE ON THE AUTHOR AND EDITOR

A scientist from the earliest 1980’s, to nowadays, he participated in the particulars of ornithology, mammology, herpetology, ichthyology, car accident watching, experimental living, naturalistic observation, participant observations, his own survey study (in sociology, in high school). Despite entrapping Hamitic races, he put time in sciences for thirty years, performing thought experiments and other things. His anti-Skinnerism attacked B.F. Skinner. Studying social sciences and Raymond Cattell-esque psychology for thirty years, he worked prototypes for a Hurlburt box, and he might go through with it, a tertiary or better achievement. He makes a misprint, once in a while. He was an under-thecounter mechanic, and his father Bernard Hurlburt, Jr. or Bernie Hurlburt had been showcased in an instruction video for deisel mechanic, the privotal star, and his father, a former staff sergent, accumulated a one loss boxing record, in Patton’s Third Armored Division. He refuses to date the rest of his life, because gold diggers, ruin such WASPish men, which bolstered him for non-Italian, nonSemitic Aryan strippers, nymphomaniacs, prostitutes, older women, and free love. His mother Diana Hurlburt was a Dairy Princess and barrel racer, achieving a degree at Mansfield University and another at Marywood University. Stuffed owl applied indirectly to their Uncle Tomism. Extra-Thoreauvian, enfants terribles outrage Jason, ambivalently, who doesn’t feel the need to attempt to be a wops’ or kikes’ millionaire, because Catholics and their toadies were castrating him, habitually. Spandeausain, My Suffersian fun makes him happier, despite his suffering caused by Catholics and Hymies, who prove the superiority of Spandeausianism and My Sufferingsianism. He wrote a more pivotal book which defied Charles Darwin, attacking evolution, which was entitled Hurlburt’s Number, showcasing his debatably slighted Skinner-esque, Avagadro-esque equation: Hurlburt’s Number. His attacks are based on teratology.

NORMA SHEARERESQUE BITTERNESS

Norma Shearer had her youth filched, from coyly abusive kife and kikes, who were worse than Alcatraz and Fleet Street. I had decided to complacently hide feigned bitterness.

SPIDERLAND AND FLYLAND

In Ptolemyan, Chomsky-esque Limboland,

near Chomskyesque Spiderland

and Ishiro Honda-esque or Honda-esque Flyland, I, Flyzilla, read

in a Kubrickesque, Chaplinesque bathroom stall, in Doughnut King, next to

Doughnutland, Burgerland, Burgerworld, Absolutely Burger, Mr. Burger, Book King,

Book Shack, Movie Shack, Movie King, Video Shack, Computer King, Radioland,

Radioserve, Radio King, Radioworld, Mr. Radio, Radioman, Radiozilla, and Computer Shack: Skinnerism and Waldenism became superpopular and supermaniacal. The

blaphemous Spiderzilla, Hell Woman, or Hell Girl resented the Lord

of the Flies, who resented Raymond Burr-esque Rawland and Raymond Burr-esque Eraserland, bludgeoning

stolidness and Ex-Wifesque, Frankensteinesque Robbie

the Blob Slayer, The next line I read was: Hey, The Divorceeism or Divorceeism, of

Howard Hawkes and Howard Hawkes-esque Raymond Burr

was the more pivotal quagmire of the goldesque, Grand Guignolesque,

Ursula Parrottesque,

Norma Sheareresque, Ex-Wifean, and Ex-Wifeian

Normaworld, an antiabsolutely superinvincible

King of ’Em, for he was a jolly good antiabsolute guinea

junkie, who nobody could deny Monroeism, Ex-Wifism,

Ex-Wifesianism, or Ex-Wifeism of, the King of

Antiabsoluteness. I was reading the comic book: Wonder Girl,

Wonder Boy, Wonder Mouse,

Wonder Dog, and Wonder Cat..

Hey, Doughnutworld and Planetland,

Stoker-esque Norma Shearer was here, avoiding snorting Raylene’s

Hispanic kike lips, of superabsoluteness. Niggers wanted to entrap WASPs, and force them to act

entirely goaded, barely knowing it, and being a worse superpatience, after being

forced to be Excalibur-devouring Sandfleas, submerged in quasi-Christlike Couplandland

and Trillionairevania. Norma Sheareresque Doughnut King

had been a Ptolemy-esque, Hubblesque,

Stalinesque, Lewis-esque,

Lawrencesque, millionairesque, billionairesque, and superior

cure of wops and kikes’ quasi-absolute puppets, who were

less popular than the wereleech, weresandflea, werefluke, or wereflea—

in England—smudgily!— Genetics, menticides, Englands,

s, and lie detection guaranteed Norma Sheareresque, Jill

Sheareresque, Moira Sheareresque,

and Neve Campbellesque

WASPs rights, of Willis O’Brien-esque or

O’Brien-esque Waspophobia. Darryl Strawberry-esque, Mike Tyson-esque WASPs rights

breathed without a Hymie or guinea, entrapping them—and strangling them, hating the superior, wonderful,

Trillionairevanian, planet-stricken, 2050’s band: Sarah Bernharts, which became

Norma Shearers, ex post facto.

Ray Harryhausen-esque creatures were the ultimate best, a regular Wizardland or Knightland.

A MONEYHEAD

Hackneyedly and unhackneyedly, I frowned on hackneyedness,

unhackneyedness, and self-apparent, various jukies, such as: Goetheheads,

Mare’s-tailheads, pussyheads, penisheads, mathheads, paintingheads, sketchheads, moneyheads, sculptureheads,

easelheads, paletteheads, caviarheads, escargotheads, chickenheads, turkeyheads,

porkheads, goldheads, househeads, gunheads, cornheads, potatoheads, milkheads, televisionheads,

movieheads, celluloidheads, scienceheads, bookheads, lawheads, celebrityheads, businessheads,

artheads, medicineheads, bondheads, stockheads, Americaheads, wineheads, whiskeyheads, vodkaheads,

beerheads, birdheads, dogheads, catheads, fishheads, oilheads, gookheads, chinkheads,

spicheads, crautheads, Naziheads, nailheads, starheads, steelheads, ironheads, iconheads,

monkeyheads, dagoheads, Jewheads, foodheads, makeupheads, computerheads,

technoheads, psychoheads, thaumatoheads, autoheads, carheads, smackheads, legheads, candyheads, peanutheads, butterheads, baconheads, coffeeheads, poetheads, crimeheads,

mediaheads, tabloidheads, radioheads, moonheads, planetheads, earthheads, electricityheads,

comicheads, dressheads, skirtheads,

pixieheads, bobheads, clockheads, knifeheads,

headheads, cigaretteheads, cigarheads, slutheads, actressheads, vegetableheads, fruitheads, dancerheads,

balletheads, treeheads, lumberheads, nuclearheads, marbleheads, electronicsheads,

operaheads, beefheads, dairyheads, burgerheads, bimboheads, himboheads, leatherhead, furhead, makeupheads,

breadheads, logicheads, surgeryheads, jewelryheads, diamondheads, kifeheads, musicheads, punkheads,

rapheads, popheads, metalheads, countryheads, horrorheads, Bonapartehead, sciencefictionheads,

westernheads, killerheads,

Shearerheads, Bernhartheads, Hemmingwayheads,

Poeheads, Shakespeareheads, Chaucerheads,

Christheads, Nixonheads, Hitlerheads, Ryderheads, Motorheadheads, Buddhaheadheads,

Figureheadheads, Negroheadheads, Washingtonheads, and

Lincolnheads, a sign of sciencefiction or science-fiction. . Feel sorry for bovine bigots, who complain about bigotry. They have to watch Gookzilla and

tell people. If they can’t own it, they complain and watch Gookzilla or Godzilla.

They couldn’t be fair, for even the biggest monster was avoiding Hamitic bigotry. Mickey King Kong was

cheated, because Toho was a wops’ favorite.

Cold Blood took Gookzilla or Godzilla.

The only way Gookzilla could compete was if the system was unfair. This was a case of

bovine bigotry, and Toho was worse than anti-Oriental, the adjective.

There were a lot of Hamitic causes which were bolstered by unfair class action.

The original fuckhead took wops’ protests. H.D. Thoreau wasn’t a wops’ rich bigot. And, yes,

there were more than one of them. Anti-Italianism took their minor tycoons and major tycoons.

Relentless extremists of mare’s-tail accumulated. So the best quotas who got in Webster’s took

Catholics who covered up facts and dealt

Douglas Coupland’s Coupland-esque bitches, a little.

Obamanomics bothered Obamaesque, Clintonesque Catholics, who

frowned on Trumanesque, Lincolnesque power.

Allenesque was instantaneously a commodity, and The two of it ruined Spielhymie, and wops’ chalk piled up

barking for Spielhymie, so they couldn’t always get to -esque, so Spielberg-esque or Stephen Spielberg-esque

mendicants wined about it, like psychosomatic kife. The usefullest, goldesque

things were more usefuller than things which were completely worthlessest. And, goldesque was

even rated better than gardenesque, but people got down

on it. Have a nigger garden, preach about it, goldesque I can

use, for useful it is. There are flaws in the system, and who knows, subsublibrarian was sort of worse than part of them,

debatably, or not, at all. Diamondesque had been ignored, but diamondesque was too good to be true.

VAMPIREWORLD

Somehow, anticly, the tredecillionaire and retardiot Wolf Nixon

lined up entrapped millionaireism, millionairism, and mugwumpism—Nixon

contracts went on, smudgily, protesting Herman Cohen-esque, Larry Cohen-esque

No Good Jeans. Nixon-esque phrenics abused blatant menticideism and castrated pear stem.

Cleveland-esque mugwumpism bothered me, like the quintillionths of raping pantheism, who frowned on

me, making mugwumpnomics, and who smiled about megacool niggers? Smiling, Wilt Chamberlain-esque garbage accumulated.

I ignored floating, frank gold diggers, and their Ethel Mermanesque jibberish and frigid Linus Pauling-gnawing, Pauling-esque,

Golding-esque, footle hymens. Wear a little makeup, I’ll drink your blood, tonight.

Say Johnny Depp-esque or Johnny Depp-esque Yankees and Depp, Yankeesque, Depp-esque victims, you’re all regular Winona Ryders—big

band that you all are, you can run for offices, and be a cheap dog, or a cheap nigger dog,

dummy, dummy, stupid, stupid, applied, repeating myself, being full of an placated by ambivertedness, avoiding

introvertedness and extrovertedness. Be a nigger cherry tree, devour nearmonies. Be a

nigger sucker, or a Hymie carp—nigger carp, get a high off of angel dust, Mr. Rabbi, just because you’re a

cheap guinea, a pope-sucking peonsident of menticide, doesn’t mean I don’t fuck in it.

Try to discourage a little Vitamin C swirly fellatio, and I am a singer, too, and I pronounce myself

Little Vitamin C, king of the heap, a Guineatra hater, one of my tertiary things, like making fun of

Michael Jackson, the nigger chimp, because I loathed illegally crooked entrapment, for every

troll-bridge-and-Ham-licking trash heap, which was more a ive, indirect matter of

Nebuchadnnezar Aphid. Don’t fuck Mickey Mantle-esque trash, but follow the laws.

Babe Ruth-esque, mousesque, Mickey Mousean, moneyesque garbage accumulated, and I pronounced it Mickey Mousesque

and Melvillean rip-off after twofold, jocund, and hyphenated neologism of

Norma Shearer-esque rip-off, filching the Shearer-esque youth.

Jenny Agutteresque Norma Shearer kept blowing my brains and eyes, out of my head.

Sheareresqueness accumulated. Shearerers, Shearerists, Shearerologists, Shearerosophers,

and Shearerites were victims. I didn’t have to commit perjury for

George and George. Father and son presidents were Woodrow Wilson-hating men, debatably.

I chose to avoid lying about fantastic obligation, towards Mengele Catholics, who filched the Jenny Agutteresque youth,

using and being ruined partly by hundredfold Hymies and hundredfold menticide, bolstered

by dagofathers, chinkfathers, spicfathers, niggerfathers, crautfathers, and Hymiefathers.

The man formerly known as Frederic Joyce, now known as Retardo, claimed WASPish O,

pulling the last guinea pope, by the hair, shoving him in a gas shower, performing

Bizarrocide, whimsically. Hail to Atomic Mouse, off with the head, of Mr. Chewbaccacide,

the two bit guinea. Gore-esque or Goresque Tipper-lesbians paid to have their gazongas fisted.

Niggers needed peevishly robotlike negrophiles filching Know-nothingnomics, a

symptom of kike-and-guinea-sucking niggers, who wanted two-faced dominance,

narcissistically imitating Puzo-esque-dagofather or Hymiefather,

who had been minutely Christesque, Christ-esque,

James Joyce had Joyce-esque, Joycesque Bushesque, Bush-esque, and Clintonesque rubbish,

ignorantly and instinctively, in einsteiniumcidesdale.

Millionairism was the things of millionaires. Nixonomicsland

or Nixonomicston had been finalized as Lady Godivaland or Wonderlandcideton. Peeping Tomland

or Reagan-esque Redburnconsin, on star Betelgeuxton, after the last Catholic had been

boiled completely in oil, who filched the youth, working monopolies of entrapment, suppressing public rights,

perpetuating Hymie-sucking guineaoholics. Hemmingway’s two t the’s were a fact, but

superbovine, pope-sucking subrubbish, superpleonastically

refused to it court fact, which had been above

superidiocy, and every kikish Catholic failed to simply be quasi-accurate and superlawful.

Globemakercideton, or Atlasland, had lesbos piled up, raping me, and not beating

me, affectionately, in moderation, akin to raining mare’s-tail, or a quasi-feigned mare’s-nest.. Supervindictively,

in Fermiumcidesdale, niggers were superintolerant of

non-Semitic laws and non-Semitic anti-Catholicism. Bloodthirstily, Leary

had been famine acidhead, filching the youth by entrapping monopoly and entrapping

menticide, eventually. There are no lawful obligations to refrain from pseudo-Semitism,

from birth to death. Pseudoantiblackism and superantiblackism can be emancipation from plants-and-gold-diggers-sucking

niggers. Ithyphallic supergrippingness stripped America of its superyouth, needing flawed

WASPs to feed the superenormous superunderbelly of Ham’s entrapping flawed superbellicoseness.

VAGITUS

With Sidney Poitier-esque, Joaquin Phoenix-esque major celebrities who blew their

brains out, akin to smaller facets of mathematics, namely: squarelets,

cubelets, conelets, parellelogramlet, boxlet, solidlet, arraylet, tablelet, matrixlet,

manifoldlets, prismlets, slopelet, integralet, anglet, shapelet, quadralateralet, polygonlet,

pentagonlet, octogonlet, hexagonlet, generatrixlet, decagonlet, n-gonlet, nonagonlet, parabolalet, ellipsoidlet, ellipselet,

dodecahedronlet,

pyramidlets, trianglets,

planelets, rhombuslets, kitelets, trapezoidlets, rectanglets, frustrumlet,

fulcrumlet, pendulumlet, shapelet,. I’ve decided to be a prostitute-snorting deadbeat. I don’t need to

give to guinearity/charity. Indirectly symbolic googolplices or googolplexes of

two circlets aren’t identical, feigned centillions of identical, fragmentary superiority, which

provoked Minnie Driveresque manifoldness. Gold diggers are tip-licking floats, for the guinea Greeks and guinea nuns. The kike swine needs

a little tip-licking float, as well, astutely, akin to a small puppet, or puppetlet. I put

the last kikish notion of a marriage, in the brilliantly the opposite of a

loutishly unholiest gas shower. I never had to visit the White House, again. I never needed a wops’ puppet, who needed to ruin me,

to impress them and their kikes. No guinea pizza, and again, no guinea pizza. Auden incinerated the ultimately last dago pizza.

Anti-Italianism was superior protection for 9/11 wops, habitually, from the least poisonous of them to the most poisonous of them.

Heil Hitler, who at least tried to attack the guinea Vatican, even though they disagree about the man.

Self-gnawing and self-goading, Darwin-esque poetry had been inverse, entrapping agitprop, which was Douglas Shearer,

ex post facto, or Erasmus Darwin. I snorted Rodin-esque heroin off of the cunt of Sarah Bernhart, time traveling.

I made a cuntesque violin, which appealed to me, to further my Oxie causes, eating cuntholes, to end

the gold diggers, quitting on goading, shortchanging entrapments, which were partly fraudulent and Oxonian or Oxie.

Harvarders were Harvardies and Harvardian, flawed, forcefulest, and unholiest darkness.

NYUesque, NYUish, Post-esque,

Speer-esque, WASPish, Waspesque, and Adam-esque bon homie

had been an accidentally goading carmot, which was flawed. I had been trombone shopping,

deciding to wait to buy another one, for pussyholes, gazongaholes,

vaginaholes, clitholes, clitorisholes, shitholes, mouthhole, fellatiohole, fellationhole, penishole, cockhole, orificehole,

cunnilingushole, poopholes, fecesholes, fartholes, hymenholes, urineholes, toiletholes,

and urinalholes. Chomsky-esque hegemony was inversely flawed, more a droplet

of the skull cap, partly, akin to Heller and sexism. Superminutely mingy, I decided to

exclude nigger junkies, sort of saving Nazi myself for kikish myself, and not using superstingy

myself for a bosomesque cunt-hole and pest-hole.

The grafitti said: Ernest Guineammingway’s thhe and you’re gonna like it’s bitch, Ernest’s Ernest’s and Nobels and Pullitzer Prizes,

like a guinea virgin, cry about that. Be a mendicant, absolutely. Absolutely, piss on me like

that kind of guinea schipperke, and give me that perjurious Uncle Tomism. Wop-licking, perjurious

toys are treasonous, candy-assed disappointments. Fingerprints were the best. Fingerprints rule.

INVISIBLE TERMIGANT

I lost the pot holder, or worse, akin to rhinoectomy or rhinoectomies. Thawing a frozen bantling, I decided to not return to the

frozen, unteratoid suffering, whimsically, seeking shelter from the youth filching and worse.

I don’t know what to do next, and my youth can be said to be completely filched.

I’m tired of who bothers me the most. I’m tired of those who want quasi-teratoid monopolies, for clitoroplasties or clitoroplasty.

Their bothersome hymenoplasty and/or hymenoplasties and meddlesome

fickle-heartedness can be ignored, akin to pleoteratoid nigger turkeys, nonteratoid beings.

The Kyclopean, Cerebusian solution’s superfootle, superteratoid superprolixness absconded flawed wop-spouting Catholics.

Non-vocational guinea nonloyalties. Mirthless WASPs caused nonyeilding, un-teratoid, and non-teratoid entrapments.

CECIL RHINO

The flattish volitions of Shearerlike WASPs were neglectfully manipulated, goaded by devilish verminousness of

nanotoadies, supertoadies, megatoadies, and quasi-toadies, who were quasi-toadying untoadies or nontoadies, minutely,

perpetuating toadying uselessness of the toadying decalogue and Christlike Dead Sea Scrolls—gloomy, ruined lives

oozed doublespeak, Citizen Me, and suffering—suffering perpetuated the pereginating, Naziesque WASPs, who strangled

the kife to death; pensively, WASPs furthered their causes, executing wops and exterminating Hymies,

while coons were ruined and ruined coons and others. McGuineas who were using

perpetual flaws, in the toadiest, untoadying decalogish, decalogesque, decaloglike,

decaloguelike, decaloguesque, system, were dumping more McJobish menticide than McJobites, of McJobnomics.

McGuineas were menticide guineas, precisely, hail to Atomic Mouse, so I stuck a

remote control sex mouse up my ass, and I swear to God guys, it ends there. Get a court lobotomy

James D. Watsons and Cheif Justices, I disregard you, fantabolously Citizen Me and Poesquely Citizen Me.

I ripped off Nadine’s and Sarah’s, accumulating a cheaper Novakland and cheaper Streepland,

selling a swimming pool to Michael Jackson, in the late nineties. Uncle Tom’s Chicken or

Uncle Tom Licken needed a sneakily perjurious monopoly. Big, fucking sinners improved

America, raping buck-teethed timebombs, who were inversely ive

paroxysms, indirectly. No tourbillionish, pillionish Holiness was the only, unspakest Holiness. The 1970’s of Amram

and Guiness Records aren’t just Jimmy Swaggert’s whole life. I gave myself the

glorious, factual, anti-Semitic, and non-Semitic supersuperpower.

Even Woodrow Wilson, didn’t own all the nigger orphans and O, or wood or cord wood, tough on ’em, hey

penny for the big-mawkish, big-easy Greeks. Superunveilest, lachrymosest,

Makeupesque, and menticidesque youth filching had been

the supercandid, superthrashest mishaps of Himmler’s bitches,

including Lichtenstein, which is imitating, fragmentary, identical,

entrapping, and volatile mind control. The two Goliath’s of the Holy Bible

didn’t own Goliath’s or Gilgamesh, not making a monopoly of gold and prementicide. California Versus Hurlburt.

I strangled the last lardass, feeding her rat poison, next to my door, feeding her blood, to

the barrel of my pickeral, a kind of superfootle scramblingness, using gloves, a superscrambling, secundiney, snakey, and quasi-stupidest big-soundingness. The nanosecundines were of the smallest mammals,

and megasecundines were of the biggest mammals. Get behind the fence, be barking like the Red Dawn, Roofus Dog, you are, and it was amazing, identical, inverse, and entrapping menticide. What are you’s shook their heads and pointed

their Pudgies’-snorting noses up, pointing their wop trash-snorthing noses up, more, pretending they

were dog-eaters and cat-eaters. Easy-streetive pinheadedness was deadbeaty, unfuddy-duddy.thousandfoldness, which

obstructed superbelievest easy-streetiveness of superjuxtapositional, Kesey-esque undumfoundedness, or

Ken Kesey-esque undumfoundedness, ing O.U. Levon and supervernal superoperoseness,

WALDEN FIVE

What were there to the Hawking-esque, Hawkingesque, or pseudo-Hawthornesque

grafts of my supergorgonized, zombized genuine affections

of endlessly supermorbid happiness, which was Newton-esque, Nietzsche-esque, or Stephen Hawking-esque court fact had been supressed.

murdering the most supergruesome and voodooistic of death traps, as well . . . well, I know Robert H.’s work, hence Robert

H. Dicke and—ean, hence Dickean for A.B. Dick, too, akin to Adam-esque

architecture. Cooper-esque Edith Wharton and Edith Whartonesque Cooper

were Orwellian irrefutableness. Archimedian, Zwicky-esque rubble didn’t

accumulate, akin to laserite. Particulars assimilated petrified, Archimedian justifiableness.

Dickesque or Dick-esque Dickite, or toad marble, devil’s marks and stigmata are the

better thing above the patronizing kikish and Catholic cherry trees. Charlie

Google and Hymie Kane used to hang Shelley Wintersoholics-disregarding Hymies, but they did too many

Brobdignagian, cheap drugs, in the Shelley Wintersesque

youth, so they wouldn’t

have a filched youth,

but they probably filched it, nonetheless, ruining his shiningness,

a suppressed Poesque, Lovecraftesque, or Oatesy quota, amongst suppressed Joyce Carol Oatesesque quotas. So,

I hated Charlie Google to death and to life, for a moment later he

slit my Whartonesque, Shelleyesque, Ferberesque, Oatesesque throat, sort of a rivulet outside the

ornate and moral magnificentness, accumulating since my electrocution.

NORMIE SHEARER

Monopolyesque Shearerlanders and Niger Jackson had been known Hymie

poontangoholics, a myriadnaire, a former quarter-millionaire, half-millionaire,

monopolynaire, and monopsonynaire.. I on the other hand needed to put the

beatings on the gold diggers and womanizers, snorting Hymie prostitutes, being

a Hymie prostituteoholic, whimsically, for I amn’t good. I paid a Hymie lesbian, her little

sisters, her mothers, her grandmothers, and her great grandmothers a couple of

grand for a thousand blowjobs, whimsically, for I’m a satyromaniac; Fordnomics meant The

International Jew, not whimsical Nixonomics. ing and economics were not

Fogelnomics or Schornomics. I excluded Fordish workoholics or Fordish

workmanlikeness, exempting Worknomics, the new neology and economics

President Schor contrued. I bought her sex video, where she blew teens, during

orgies. Charlie Google existed in the

form of an invisible fly, one smaller than all bacteria, guages,

leptons, and germs, the

smallest fly, in the history of the world, for an hour a day, at midnight, becoming

non-existent for the rest of the time, in a 24 hour period. Kikael Sphinx murdered hellish

wops; Kichael hated me; Kikael called the cops, on me, framing me for

schizophrenia. Kikael Sphinx murdered them using

an invisible master-slave maser, a invisible television gun, the world’s biggest

maser gun, and the world’s biggest laser gun. He wasn’t invisible, he ate

Popes’ brains, after they were through with their funerals and buried, for he was

outraged the niggers in America, who

ruined it, for their Roman idols, being Gorgon, zealous bigots, who

frowned on WASPish Gen Xers, who were castrated and suppressed, feigning

innocence, so Gen Yers were mawkish, like the kikish media craved them to be.

Later, I saw a five hundred pound nigger

baby, the world’s biggest nigger baby, which did eat a nigger crab, a nigger gnu, a

nigger steer, a supermillionaire, a nigger hellhag,

a nigger baby, a nigger fetus, a nigger sandflea, a nigger hobo, a nigger gorilla, and a nigger queer.

WALDEN THREE

The sky had been gray—enough for me, a black-eyed lady to realize Hooper’s better than wops and the

rest of them. I just watched a church blow up. There was glass, on the sidewalks, luckily.

BRASH NEW WORLD

The millionairesque, billionairesque, trillionairesque, quadrillionairesque, Mathilda Mayesque, Maughamesque, Maugham-esque, Alanis Morissettesque,

Watson-and-Watson-rewarding, Mitchner-esque, Mitchneresque, Modillion-shaped, Modillion-sized Morissetteland, increasing

flaws in the system—this could be just a whisper—days to hate the Pope, hating whispering seditiousness

outside morality; please oh please, force me to ruin myself, by dividing my monies, in half, ruining me with a

float-me, half-me gold digger. Cheat me and repeat me; I’m King of nothing; the world ended,

a nanosecond ago; or a chronon ago; I’m in hell.

Monopolies are illegal. Useage doesn’t constitute patents, supplanting public rights. Exploitation-filching

Carmine Coppola can shove it up his asshole. Newspapers had been

flawed, and Bowie had been a better actor for me than the rate of Hymies, guineas, and

the rest of them. End-all Catholics get to run their JAP-rash mouths, just like

drug addicts who frown on drinking, crookedly. Youth-filching WASP bashers,

including the WASPs, filch everything, and the last droplet of the last youth. I time traveled to the

future, and the last baby had been exterminated by the new president. He implemented time travel, and there

always was never a baby. Babies didn’t ever get born. Then the first to last sperm and egg were destroyed. Only cyborgs and

cyborg clones were living. No animals lived. Partly, chloroplasts fueled human cyborgs and cyborg clones.

Robots were all destroyed and banned. In Morissetteland, only lesbians lived on, the newly named moon.

UTOPIA

The superfashionable, supersmutty whore had been unlike anything, at all. The papal wops had been ended,

just like the papal mics, gooks, niggers, and spics. Their slogans helped scraggly North America superdeteriorate. The

scurrility supervestigially teased wops to their ending, caused by the most superpoisonous mamba—ending up being bigger than all

snakes, for it was a 1,000 feet long, at its longest. The mumbo jumbo of the wops and their genetically similar

cousin races abused America. The millionth trillionaire had been named

Robert Zwicky, a descendent of the porn starlet Aja.

THE WEREMONSTER

The Chaucerian semismuttiness and quasi-darkness within the Jim Crow policies were buried to damage the Aryans’

baselessness and irrefutableness. Cocaineopolis became the former America, ing it and my

former quasi-neologism weremaggot and a new one weremummy. After, I was framed for schizophrenia,

I had been asked to be a sycophantic makeupoholic. I didn’t feel sorry for myself, or

the last guinea pope, who had been the shrunken head and hand of

glory, owned by Billy Stoker.

Niger the heroinesque, fragmentesque subkife battered the novacainesque

Faggot, who incinerated kikish Hilal-MendeleDick-Moses-and-Christ-poisoning

menticide of Kermit the Frog, as did Kermit Roosevelt, a chessesque menticidism of Kermit the Frogicide. Sort of like Rolf or Tad.

Youth filching kike-snorters? or worse? White Water couldn’t be the tip of the iceberg, resembling

mealiest, yuckiest loathness, The jostlement of Orwellian, meadowless corruption accumalated, inciting Marxian bigotry.

flagrantly. Poesque agony lives on, yet my side of it bludgeoned flawed bigots, who

made Bernard Shaw look like Kermit the Frog, a pollution of menticide, not Big Birdcide.

Knopf meant guineas’ puppets and sugars and bright colors for the Love Israel Family

puppets and movements. Sad little pisshole, New York Kikety,

mostly, resembling a moldy nigger chicken, not Sid

Vicious’s best friend, father, favorite anti-Semite, or Sid Vicious, for that matter.

Eddie Gein-youth filching had been the name of the game. Fritz and Fritz chopped up

muppets, a superintestate thing of unintestate Mummyville, Mummyton, Mummy Beach, Mummywald, Mummyworld,

Mummyheim, Mummy Park, Mount Mummy, Mummyland, or Menticideland, sort of like B.F. and Heinrich, instead of a goading, goaded

terriblesque Vicious and termigantesque Bowie. Pear Tem and Needle Tick couldn’t

exterminate the final

cyborg and the final android, I did. The conformy, egony incompleteness dampened

Melvillean worthwhileness and Melvillean melodiousness, overhastily,

panhandling for guineas and kikes’ egons, a no-go/go, one-word necessaryevil,

or an unsound go/no-goness or no-go/goness nonfury, of cryptophysicians or cryptophysicists.

THE TATTERDEMALION

The devious, placating, Ralph Nader-esque, Bill Gates-esque, Norman Taurogesque, Elia Kazan-esque, Martha Grahamesque, and Marilyn Vos Savantesque youth delved into oversanguine, smuggable youth: a nearly myriadth youth and bondesque, stockesque part of my Nader-esque, Gates-esque, Taurog-esque, Kazan-esque, monsteresque, guineaesque, savantesque, vampiresque suffering. The youth frowned on

bovine monopolies, which denied public rights, in my youth. I expunging my neologism: weremaggot. And, I ed werecow

and werecamel. One of my better friends and lovers, the sextillionth kuanthrope made me ejaculate more than a million times, debatably. I allowed myself to

realize werebacterium. wereape,

weremillionaire, werebillionaire, werecur, werecentillionaire, weresnake, weresextillionaire, and other beings. I changed into a werewhale and ate Gates-esque presidents, until

they continued Bill Gates and the presidency. As partly a werecetacean, I ate weremonkeys, and my name was Peirre Nabokov, eating the last of all Barkers, Bakers, Ballards, and

Blochs. The goldesque, garbagesque, brimstonesque, and blackesque O caused me to lay an egg of gangue, hatching it,

I noticed it was the reincarnation of

Joseph Mengele, who appeared identical, who was the world’s

smallest Nazi, noticeably, discerning this and the superprestigious Childnomics, oh, ooh, la, la. Childnomics was

the economics of children, alright, it’s alright, Mr. Lazy. Joseph made the walls drip and ejaculate blood. He

made the ceilings drip and ejaculate ectoplasm. A tumoresque poltersprite bit me, while a poltergeist ejaculated tumors, in my brain and ejaculated waresque sperm, into pimples. Fairies sucked my spermesque blood, using

straws. A skeletony stipendlessness, the bloodesque sucubbi had used their lucious gazongaholes to milk my cock akin to a Holstein teat. Joseph burnt the last bible and made a werefish and a werejellyfish smaller than him, marrying it. The

ceiling dripped with serpeants’ blood and venom, a sort of stigmata of Shintoism, debatably, and Joseph had shrunken heads of Buddhist lesbians he squirted loads on, burning using

incantations of spontaneous combustion and pyrokinesis. A weresperm ate the last eggs, and there were no more pregnancies, in 5555555555555555555.

HILARIOUS TATTOOS

I had been an alchemist and Boxer, a terrorist. A skeletonesque skeletonlessness, I murdered Jews and superior and inferior Nazis, because I felt I deserved both sides of exterminating the motherfuckerlike makeup, Hymies, and crauts.

The wereatomic cyborgs were weregrays, too, Mankind had been mostly wereprey. I became a weredeer, devouring wereantelope, werefish, weredolphins, wererabbits,

werepumas, werelobsters, weresquids, wereoctopus, weremaggots, wereflies, werehounds, wereworms, wereunicorns, and werejackanapes, weregnus, weregazelles, wereskunks, wereminks,

and weresquirrels. I decided to get involved romantically with a weremink, and I fucked her in ectoplasm, blood, brains, hearts, and genatalia. I used powder of projection to become a werepenis,

werestigmata, werevampire, wereincubus, werezombie, beserker, lepanthrope, werecockroach, lycanthrope, werelion. and werekitten. Eventually, I became a wereshark, eating all the

whales, like a puma ate deer, and I ate all the werecoyotes and werewolves. The flea mutant was bigger than Godzilla and Megalon. The world’s biggest werebeetle

ate all the spiders and blowfly, and subsequently, there were absences of flies, only wereflies. Weresandfleas ate the

last Attiases. I fed the last Lovecrafts, to my pit of mutants, sandflea

mutants, mutant fleas, flea mutants, or mutant sandfleas. My hilarious tattoo came to life. It murdered the last Hitler, and it

was a fylfot, on my middle finger. Werehymies and their leader, weremarx, were murdered by Joseph Mengele. I got a patent on a Capek box, a robot box or a box robot, calling it

Box Capek, primarily, coming after my Horney box, bolstering my anti-Italianism, anti-Semitism, antiblackism, anti-Hispanicism, anti-Orientalism, and menticides. I ate all the

swallows, canaries, swans, doves, dolphins, and pigeons, after turning into a werebuzzard. I destroyed all the computers, after turning into a werecomputer, and later, I

destroyed other werecomputers, weresatellites, satellites, wererobots, robots, werelasers, weremasers, weretelevisions, and other things. I became a weretelevision,

snorting all the stigmata, before, during, and after Christ, digesting, in my lungs, being, a televisionpire, like monkeys and apes. The wereponies buttfucked me, using their pussies and

gazongaholes, while rubbing their genatalia, all over my testicles. I became a werecaribe, appearing

mostly in the form of Big Ed, being a centimeter tall, eating all

the Southerners, especially ones who were crooked kikeoholics, Hymieoholics, Jewaholics, or kikeaholics. Later on, I killed coons, as Big Ed, and weremarajuana,

werecocaine, werep, werelsd, wereheroin, weretranquilizer, werespeed, and wereecstasy. I became the world’s biggest werecocaine, and I murdered Abraham

Lincoln’s mother, in her mother’s stomach, and I burned down the Vatican, incinerated the rubbish, drowned all the Romans, and incinerated their corpses. The

Hell’s Angels were exterminated for being wops and kikes’ puppets and symbolic JAPs. I ate all the eyes of all the IRA and eat-your-eyes Filthy Few, inside

their mothers’ wombs, drownig their mothers and children, in the same black trunk, in form of werebiged and werenixon, or Big Ed, again, and Richard M. No blots

Mic Blutos, just like Hemmingway typoes and Huxley blots, a fucking Fitzgerald blot, bested Hymies and mics. Clay Pigeon-hating plantation rabbis needed to

tout Pleagueboy. Baby Hymie Hefner’s mag, I barely used for non-Semitic anti-Ham

thought experiments, my whole life, refusing pursuing writing for it,

applying avoiding perjury and rejecting all their kikish opportunities. Menticidal mouse milk had been the fully sycophantic zombie’s prime mover, slaughtering

stingy, idiotic robustiousness. I destroyed all the argillaceous menticidepires, menticidethropes, wereelves, weresprites, werebrownies, weregreenies, wereorcs, weredraculas, werevampires, werezombies,

werecreatures, weredragons, wererocs, weredwarfs, weregnomes, and weregolems, using the shape of a hirundine werementicide, destroying lepanthropic werementicides and

lepanthropic wereshintoism. The kuanthropic werebuddhism and kuanthropic werehinduism devoured the hirudinoid wereagitprop, filching the youth, stealing the Newtonium,

Dickeium, Frankium, Frankite, Schweitzerium, Hawkingium, Hawkingite, Plummertangite, Peterstangite, fencing it, and selling it for a lifetime supply of saproplankton. avoiding becoming a weregold or werewolfish

werealligator or werewolfish weresnark, avoiding setulose werewolfishness and setulose snarkishness. The settos of obliterating darkness dampened my adventuresome galumphingness andadventuresome Hemmingwayesqueness.

Then later, I had become a werequadrillionaire, werequillionaire, wereoctillionaire, werenonillionaire, and weresextillionaire. I married a swan maiden.

Her name had been secret, it was Esmerelda. I changed into a weremeow, an O of miauling.

Werewands accumulated, murdering debonnaireness, millionaireness, billionaireness, trillionaireness, quadrillionaireness, quillionaireness, decillionaireness, gazillionness, werepuppets, werepimples, weremarionettes, werebatmen,

werewolverines, and werewizards. I’m the into frozen gazongaholes and woesome buggeryness. I had suffered from feral childlike zoanthropy and rodomontadeness. Dumpish ordinaries and

gay, Bohemian, Orwellian, caustic Ormuzdicide begeted Hilalicide and Christicide, belittling Jews, entirely, including Zarathrustacide. The Janus-faced werehinnies ate the last Hymies alive. There were no more babies and

Hymies, Menticidally, Janus-faced, mignon werebacteria snorted all the death’s-headish atoms to death—there were no atoms, any longer. Instead, there were shrunken and duplicated planet Xs, which were

atomlike, astronomyesque, eely, virusistic, debonnaire, maggoty death’s-headishness, not monopolistic kikishness. I knew an auspex who married a baphomet. I poured the last kikish blood, in the pot of an auricula, and it killed it,

practically, yet I nursed it back to health, better than ever. The bad blood accumulated, until Joseph Mengele made blood of stigmata devour God and Mary, using Azrael, Venusians, weresharks, and mini black holes. I fed the legs, tongue,

clitoris, eyes, ears, teeth, and arms of Moran Attias to leeches, the last Jew, alive, after I abducted her, using time travel.

I had a hot tubs and swimming pools, filled with ponies’ sperm,

Winston Churchill’s sperm, Christ’s teeth, the blood of Mary, and a heated swimming pool, in the basement, full of the sperm of Christ. I used to fuck Moran, and burn sperm on her eyesome eyebrows. So I shrunk the

Virgin Mary, using a X-ray pistol, I made Kayla Kupcakes drink her blood, whip her, burn her, rape her, beat her, and tattoo her. Kayla Kupcakes changed her name to Mae Shithead, and swallow a ton of sperm,

in a decade. I decided to cut Christ, into the googolplexth piece, and more, after dismembering him and increasing his size. I fed them all to leeches, except for a piece of his stomach, which I increased the size of and

used for a bed, which I burned, habitually. And Christ had been the world’s biggest organism, for a chronon, then later, decided to make a shark bigger than all whales, and it was the biggest organism.

I stole Sarah Bernhart, at the age of twelve, and petrified her age, and made her the biggest human, much more than fifty feet tall. I chained her to my furnace of my castle, forcing her to perform locals

and swallow my sperm, at gunpoint. I made a similarly filched Norma Shearer blow me, with the Virgina Mary’s teeth, in her mouth. For me, Norma ate niggers after shooting them more than a million times each. She ate

Luba Kazakova’s legs, and I ate Luba’s teeth. I kept Luba around, perpetually. I made her bite niggers to death, using computerized diamond jaws. I fed the last

niggers to a bottomless werechimera and the world’s biggest chimpanzee, a dog-hearted werechimp and weremutant.

So, I never felt minutely mawkish for for prove-their-points’-needs-gold-digger-float-me’s, right there and right then, mister. Right there and right then, buddy-buddy, and perhaps shoveling shit bolsters blatantly best memoires.

Just a little gold me, for the city prom nepotism, please oh please, no golddiggericide. There’s no law which says I have to date or avoid female prostitutes. The chrononesque, secondesque guinea pope can be like two kikes for the price of one, there’s no fun.

Lamarkian, maudlinesque, Fritz-and-Edwin-hating-and-imitating dust peanuts were Haber-esque, Leiber-esque, Zwicky-esque, Hubblesque, Ptolemy-esque, Nixon-esque, and metalesque Nixonomics and anti-Lamarkianism. Anti-Lamarkian, Uncle Tomesque maudlinism of John Galsworthy.

The telescopesque, Galtonian, Galsworthyesque, Galileiesque, Christ or the Galilean. The Galileanesque enfant terrible had absconded perception, being the mini big bang, a connectedness of the

multiversesque moon, inversely, which was dichotomously a part of earthesque, crateresque, moonesque, staresque, quasaresque, holesque, planetesque, atmospheresque, and coresque cosmoses and earth.

Necessary Evilism or evilesque millionism, or the mass, filching a fidget of mass psychology, the millionesque idiots imitate me, akin to a blind, retarded enfant terrible, or an enfantterrible, yes, Christopher Walken-esque necessary neologism or necessary variant of enfantterribles, or do they frown on me, and hey, I loathe

them, despite their junkies’ partly retarded trepidation, for they are Uncle Tom’s cookie pushers. Radioesque, horroresque, Vaudevillesque, blondesque,

brunettesque, redheadesque, televisionesque, satellitesque,

Scarlett Johanssonesque, and robotesque Manhattanites needed W.C. Fields and Fields-esque two-faced subevolution, subsubevolution, antievolution, quasi-evolution, semievolution, megaevolution, or multievolution.

Eyesque fun made me a phlegmatic, genotypesque, phenotypesque, philosophyesque, and Hemmingway-esque piece of cakesque, coinesque, pennyesque, supperesque, victimesque, or supperlike Uncle Tom’s victimized Larry McMurtry-esque, dovesque, dovey, dovish, dove-like, or dovelike victim,

a high yellow, a kind of McMurtry-esque wigger or migger. Theifesque, criminalesque, Larry McMurtry-esque subsubsublibrarians were subsubdoctors or subsubengineers. Subsurgeons were antiantidisestablishmentarianism, antinihilism, antiuncletomism, Jew-baitism,

Semitophilia, Semitophobia, Jewophilia, Jewophiliaism, Italianophobiaism, Italianophilia, and antimugwumpism. Lonesome Dove is a Uncle Tom’s masterpiece of the pseudo-Lamarkianism, debatably, a matter of inversely identical unmawkishness. The fact of the matter was caveat emptor, of even Joyce Carol Oatesesque, Oatsian, Oatsan, or Lamark-esque world, less often, or an Oatesian or Oatesean entrapment.

TOY MAN

Cobainianly, I did a Dickianly terse drug, a Bush-esque, Cobain-esque, superjocund, and megajocund line of Cobainianly Waldensian cocaine off of my Cobain-esque, unjocund middle finger’s Cobainianly Philip K. Dick-esque swastika, thinking

of the glorious, Kurt Cobain-esque brain of nonjocund, Cobainesque Joseph Stalin, George Bush, George W. Bush, and other people named Bush, in the Cobainian, Cobainvian, Cobaindrian, or Cobainan future, too, whom coyly

I ignored from Cobainesque or Cobain-esque birth to Thoreauvianly Cobainesque, Lamarkesque death, debatably, in Kurt Cobain-esque, Kurdt Cobain-esque Dystopialand, answering to King of the Toys,

King Toy, Toy

King, Toyhead, Toyface, Toy Eye, Toy Brain, Toy Man, and man bees, who were led by the Lord of the Bees, a man bee. I

listened to my favorite band Martyr, thinking of the mother-fucking, neglectful entrapment, resembling a tazmanian nigger, Mickey Turkey, nigger turkey, or blind, bilious nigger termigant. I, the world’s only Toyfather, Toy Boy, Toy Man, had pissed on the last Hymie corpse, outside of my

Toyworld, a store, one of many, and there were ones called Mister Toy, Mr. Toy, Toy King, Toy World, Toyville, Toyton, Toy Park, Mount Toy, Toy Town, Planet Toy, Fun Toys, and Wonder Toys, which had been a

Cobainesque Sir Thomas Moore’s Utopiasian remnant of dystopiaesque, utopiaesque mankind, the genuine

table crumb, of such-like genocide. This had been

the year 44444444444444444444444444444444, the final year of Utopiasianism, reminding me of Herman Melville and Sir Thomas Moore’s Utopia, which meant Melvillevian, Moorevian Utopiansianism,

which stemmed from Sir Thomas Moore’s Utopia. mankind, obviously. Dickianly, and not Freudianly, I felt better, day to day, for the rest of time, an estranger.

Condignly, the trashery incinerated the simpatico nigger who smiled for the nigger Michael Jackson, or any of the rest of his nigger katzenjammers,

meaning Dodgsonism and Wonderlandism, not at all, debatably, a matter of dilemma-licking mass, a supereternalness. Supereternally, trash

rockism caught on, becoming pejorative,

fragmentary menticide, an etherealness, a supercoolness, or an uncooolness, akin to told uncoercedness.

THE QUINTILLIONAIRE

Nealthnomics took Quintillionaire, for bigots needed a quota, of assimilation of Quintillionaire, which was the subsequent tycoon of megaquadrillionaire.

Megabillionaire, multibillionaire, and multi-billionaire were good enough, yet this nigger kid worked a katzenjammer, making a combination of his Nealthnomics, which was the economics of nealth, akin to Elbownomics, an economics of elbow.

THE NOVELLAIST

Novellaist was rejected. A former bum frowned on the flaws, in the system. His name was Said Said.

FRANKENWORM

I’m completely sick and tired of the fucking guinea

pope’s pseudohegemony of Musicland, Musicworld, Wormland, Greenland, Pinkland,

Blackland, Darkland, Redland, Beigeland, Orangeland, Whiteland, Ponyland, Chocolateland,

Rockland, Stoneland, Rockyland, Catland, Puppyland, Kittenland,

Dolland, Bugland, Insectland, Recordland,

Cobainland, or Pink Nirvana, which piles up, spouting

about spics, in Jewoholicland,

Menticidecideton, Gas Chamberton,

Megadeathland, Fylfotton, Frankensteinton, Mengeleland, Hitlerlandton,

CoBraton, Christicideton, Frankensteinland, Frankensteinville, Frankensteinheim, Frankensteinwald,

Christcideton, Zarathrustaton, Megadeathheim, Zarathrustacideton,

Trashland, Deicideland, Antichristicideton, Antichristcideton, Decalogcide, Decalogicide,

Devilland, Shearerwald, and Draculazilla, who got down on Fellationland or Fellatioland.

I entirely hated niggers my entire life, from Blueland, Grayland,

Purpleland, Yellowland,

Niggerland, Wiggerton,

Tar Baby, Nancy Boyland, Gazongazilla, Godzillacide, or

Dickiteton. I ignored flawed bigots, from Dynamiteton or Einsteiniumton, sticking my

horse cock up a WASPish lesbian’s tonsils, in Goethiteton, Rock candyland, Moleland,

Funhouseland, Cavernland, Kiteland, Balloonland, Heronland,

Robotland, and Drumland. Tinland and Tormentressland didn’t feign sexual

dominance, where Hymies get too raunchy, infinitely.

Super Nigger and his killer niggerbots,

a man who was named Gorky Jackson.

Gorky Jackson was indeed Super Nigger, the world’s most famous supernigger, barely

akin to superbitch. The uncoolest, supercoolest, Joan Collins-gnawing,

Tanith Lee-dampening, and Barabbasesque Brits were

frowning on Electric Forest and William A. Spooner. And, to the overrubicund, unsublime, unsuper, and Spooneresque trash who

spouts turn the cheek the other way, I have decided to hate all of them,

perpetually, to the no funeral and burial alone!

Irredeemable, irreducible Kissland and Kisslanders

were lesbians who porked me, for be a WASP.

I had been sexually dominated, morally. I had been sexually dominated, morbidly.

Lesbians needed order. Mouthland and Tonsilsland were fun for me. Dr. Local,

the localoholic, who got paid and paid female kife for fellation, whimsically, at points.

Lesbians discounted me, nearly.

Antipodes disagreed. I disagreed with mawkish, quasi-saintly

shamateurs about lesbians. I stuck to the lesbian sections, in Kifeland,

applying youth to dilemmas. Lesbians weren’t tertiary all the time, or the oppositie, namely

unmoved mover. 1980’s didn’t mean perjury,

for lesbians could mean most, in the Jennifer Jonesesque 1980’s.

Lesbians get old, and there’s the learning curve. Felecia dominated part of them.

AC/DCland had buggery extremists. I had rejected and been rejected, appropriately, discovering

finitely lawful youth and finitely scientific connectedness. Buggeryland worked best for me, vearing away from

faggots, who I didn’t hate or the opposite. Dykeland worked what it did, in ime.

I didn’t always use lesbians, nor the opposite. Lesbians didn’t always use me, nor the opposite.

Guineas needed to strangle WASPs, telling them Bob Dylan’s mini mout was better than they were.

At least Murderland wasn’t a pink nirvana. Cheap little heroin junkie.

FRANKENCAT

Magically, the black cats piled up, and I felt The Veil had been more a superior show

than The Kikelight Zonie, a two-faced big crunch show or a Tau rip-off, akin to a Corona cigar, the bitch of

Popular. In robotland, Judith O’Dea’s a muddingly stupid guinea’s bitch, like crude

Uncle Tomism, as well: I frown on mawkishly entrapping

Jewification, akin to robotland, a matter of my good-naturedness! Black cats are a puddle of smashed brains, akin

to multibillionaires, multitrillionaires, multiquadrillionaires, multiquadrillionaires, multiquintillionaires, multi-quintillionaires, quintillionaires,

octillionaires, multioctillionaires, multi-octillionaires, nonillionaires, multi-nonillionaires, multinonillionaires,

sextillionaires, multisextillionaires, multi-sextillionaires, septillionaires,

multiseptillionaires, multi-septillionaires, undecillionaires, multiundecillionaires, multi-undecillionaires,

octillionaires, multioctillionaires, multi-octillionaires, vigintillionaires, multivigintillionaires, multi-vigintillionaires,

multidecillionaires, multi-decillionaires, duodecillionaires, multiduodecillionaires, multi-duodecillionaires,

quatuordecillionaires, multiquatuordecillionaires, multi-quatuordecillionaires,

quindecillionaires, multiquindecillionaires, multi-quindecillionaires, tredecillionaires,

multitredecillionaires, multi-tredecillionaires,

octodecillionaires, multioctodecillionaires, multi-octodecillionaires, sexdecillionaires, multisexdecillionaires, multi-sexdecillionaires,

septendecillionaires, multiseptendecillionaires,

multi-septendecillionaires, multigoogolnaires, multi-googolnaires, multigoogolplexnaires, multi-googolplexnaires,.

The biggest, blackest cat had been a hecatompedon, which I was, murdering the

last wereapes, werebirds, werefish, and werealligators. The last guinea Catholics filched the youth, using their

makeup and guinea menticide, akin to entrapping plantations

and Goliath’s, a predecessor of menticide, although

B.F. Skinner wrote a

novel which took all of Stephen King’s, and kikes who make goading takes of the swastika

and the debatable Hymiegin Mary, a stupid peasant’s bitch, and these two-faced takes on Howard Stern

and Ira Levin are erroneousness, because they get below the menticide,

idiotically exploiting the plane crash of Hemmingway. The work of

Heinrich Himmler was Lichtensteinicide, which partly was exceeded by men

and women akin to Otis Skinner. Jack Henry Abbott wasn’t a wop nun with an attitude.

Guinea mariolatry means perjurious guinea

garbage. Identical, imitating menticide, which

is like hymenal wops, ruined Spooner-esque America, namely hymenal coporate welfare.

Antichristianity took Guinearica’s skunk hymens or skunk Hymies, who were guineas’ porcupine hymens or puppet hymens, probably

not akin to Goldingesque spires, or William Golding-esque spirelets. The fact of the matter was

the mask of the family, making a multiversesque crater of multiverses..

GINGER ROGERS

The Egyptian hated begging wops, for their Roosevelt-esque, Truman-esque churlishness, and the Ginger Rogersesque which came out of their mouths. Far-reaching, the nonsense bothered the man, an abeyance of births and deaths. Pearl White had a sign for the creeping eye residents’ population of 20,000, kept that way by gas chambers. Gatlin’s Lot had been a land of rain, ran by the nigger chimp’s brain of Rene`e Adore`e, which was pickled

partly by O. Claudia Black beat Alanis Morissette to death, in public, scoundrelly. The Egyptian had stayed in the Bermuda Triangle, until he could travel to Gatlin’s Lot, being a loyal irer, of Rene`e Adore`e. He had a coelacanthe, which he fed camels and Nazis to, on the ship he bought for this last trip, on the planet Nigger after the Planet of the Niggers, Planet of the Hymies, Planet of the Crauts, Planet of the Gooks, and Planet of the

Kikes, Planet of the Kife, Planet of the Googolplexnaires, Planet of the Trillionaires, Planet of the Duodecillionaires, Planet of the Novemdecillionaires, and Planet of the Quadrillionaires.

THE CENTILLIONAIRE

He traveled through a vortex, using the power of the camel and fool’s gold,

fool’s gold’s more the camel than the camel’s the camel. Once there, he befriended eyes, directed to Norma Shearer and planet of the Shearers, near the planet of Walden X.

GOLDEN DAWN

Boozily, Ralph Nader filched youth, a WASPish, IRAish pecadillo.

GOLDIE HAWN

Nader-esque, culpritlike, flamenesque, and chickenesque disease bitched about their kikish, super-ritzy, poultryesque, and supergrotesque cancer, which were inflected on me, agitated the chain gangism, of superritziness, superterrorism, bioterrorism, megaterrorism, megadeathism, necessary evilism, devouring the terrorism of Boxers, Black Widow Spiderism, Boxerism, IRAism, Bader Meinhof Gangism, Meinhofism, Aryan Nationism, Aryan Brotherhoodism, Anti-Defamation Leagueism, Israel Gangism, Angels of Deathism, Golden Dawnism, Freikorpsism, and Sparticistism, partly placating the world of superritzy chaingangs or a chain-gang, within darkish emptiness within my zombielike heart, refusing to perpetually lash out anymore, or the opposite, akin to tertiarily superperplexing superbooziness, thus buying into

misanthropic herstoryism, or super-ritziness and anti-herstory, perpetually, a hallox.

LOS ANGELES

There’s nothing to worry about, akin to the Ritz-Carlton Hotel. Will Penny’s work, historically, whereas Catholics filch the youth and impede work, not working, perpetually. I hung out in Sextillionaire, smoking Lucky Strike cigarettes, thinking of the Westminster Public Library, when I found out about the Ritz-esque, robotesque 1983.

W.C. FIELDS

“You’re babies are Fieldsesque peanuts.” Mickey said. President Mickey had some will of the people to supress, he surmised, akin to Antichristless W.C. Fields, the ringmaster of mule juice or mouse milk. The neon style increased birth defects, directly, and then there were hospital contracts, because of the people’s woolly-headedness, and unconscious, Atlantisesque,

Satanlike, Luciferlike, Mephistopheleslike, Beelzebublike, Gorgolike, Antichristlike, Pazuzalike, unicornlike, Alhazad-esque, Stalinesque, goblinlike, and swastikalike energy and mathematicsesque Maldekesque, Mordredesque, goblinesque, and Christesque integrality, namely

mathematics, which was unicorny combinations of car hypnotists and unicorniness, and the integralized worst, namely Necrominoconsianism. Well, Nimoy quit drinking so Spielhymie could make more Necrominoconsian money, intentionally ruining Menjou and working his charms on Nicholson. Mickey drowned the Mr. Spock actor. Mickey was part kike, too. So, be like Mickey meant being like a mouse,

indirectly, or the galaxyesque range of things. Mickey Allen had been a geometrical progression of kikes and the range of boat vermin, who used ports too much, obviously. The track of the ships, causing a vacuum of manipulated puppets, did love the word end-all.

Niggers like Michael Jackson were

filching the crib, using hospital lists and hypnotists. Mickey had avoided being a pissingly and perpetually outraged and pissingly and perpetually confused puppet who resembled Adolf Hitler, while a minute, similarly worldly-minded genius was Frankie Guineatra, who he was better than, timelessly. Guinea

Pope garbage had been ended, because out of all the guineas, there was eventually a guinea who wanted to be more of a guinea than all the Popes, absolutely. Dr. Rocky Brandt, a nigger hater, absolutely, because chimps worked smarter than the top of the guinea heap,

’cuz nothing in life’s for free, as well.

Fugly niggers frowned on Karel Capek, making chimps appear to be less flawed than Albert Schweitzer, depending on how you look at it, akin to

James Frank, or Frank-esque, Frankesque things, which were of Schweitzer-esque, Schweitzeresque Goliath’s, Lilith, Isaac,. His wife, a Shelly Duvall impersonator, gave me fellatio, too many times, like the verminous Natalie Portman clone, next door. God, I stink like a German

miser. Unritzy manifold prisms were laughed at. I blew my nose on Dodgson’s monkey puzzle, symbolically, burdening myself. There was a Capeky scene where the dialogue went: The nigger penguin ate the Nigger Joker’s brains for Super Nigger and Batnigger . . . beat it nigger elephants and nigger peanuts, or

ah cuffy psycho, ergo cuffy parrot. Rectangular boxes are synonyms of rectangular manifolds. Hoffa even was mixed up, just like Leo Frankie Guineatra, but far less than the worst akin to James Joyce, depending on who you are, akin to Joycesque, pistolesque, gunesque, constantesque, organismlike viruses.

THE SALINGERESQUE NASTY

Ritzily, the don’t-carish nasty or Nazi repeatedly had been angry, poisoning his mother, a Moresque, Melvillesque, Salingeresque, Salinger-esque, and Steinbeck-esque er of Jean de Lamarck, Sir Thomas More, J.D. Salinger, August Rodin, John Steinbeck, and Herman Melville, a symptom of ESAD or Eat Satan and Die or ESAD or Eat Supermen and Die or ESAD or Eat Spikes And Die or ESAD or Eat Sixtypennies And Die or ESAD or Eat Stupidity And Die or ESAD or Eat Somebody And Die or ENAD or Eat Nails And Die, begging to be a nailish, nailistic, naillike, nail-like, nailesque, nailing, constantish,

constantesque, piesque, integralesque, integeresque, quasi-hadronic, atomesque, zanyesque, geniusesque, Lamarckesque, anti-Lamarckian, Haberesque, Descartes-esque, pseudo-Hitleresque, pseudo-Descartes-esque, numberesque, eelesque, superpiffling, quasi-piffling, and

Hallesque non-dynamiter and anti-Lamarckianist, or piggingness, piggedness, constantness, and numberness, realizing strifeless, superstrifeful, superstriking, and unstriking

things, anti-Lamarckianism, strifefulness, strifelessness, superstrifelessness, striatedness, spangliness, ionlikeness, ionlessness, stramineousness, superstroppiness, unstrikingness, and superstikingness about

Fritz Haber and Edwin H. Hall. He kept the unnailable, renailable, quasi-nailable, seminailable, and swastika, which was the world’s biggest one, on his house. His mother’s corpse wasn’t as antiimportant as Planck constant, albeit it wasn’t a supermatter of mathematical, constantesque

superveracity. He fucked his mother’s supernailable or ultranailable corpse all the time, thinking of Edwin Hubble and cleaning the unnaily, nailsome maggots and Planck-esque, Hubblesque bugs off of it and out of it, being a grotesque, geniusesque

nail, being such things

as: nailiness, naillessness, nailfulness, nailsomeness, supernailableness, nail-headedness, nailbones, nailment, nailishment, nailablement, nailiment, nailfiles, nailors, nailmaking, forkiness, subsubsystem, or nailableness.

NECESSARY GOOD

I spewed spermies on the world’s smallest unicorn, ignoring the intestate zombies, who worshipped Albert Spear Hitchcock, unabsolutely, who were doing blood, teeth, clitoride, and eyeballs, on cleaner and clippings of Dino the dinosaur and Astro the dog, which were the Hanna Barbera characters, telling it: “BIAD or the new Buddy Holly’s, Norman Fartsmell, Norman Cockswill, Norman Cocksmell, Norman Fartswill, or Beat It And Die . . . !” The unicorn had been exterminated akin to the Uncle Tom’s carrot, the enger pigeon, debatably, or it was an antipodally feigned extermination, which was narcissistically and partly Jewish,

debatably, like youth filching, the Hanna-esque, Barbera-esque Pony Express, enger pigeons, plantations, and flawed Utopia. The LA County Cops and the Orange County Cops were not the finest of a William Hanna-esque or Joseph Barbera-esque Scotland Yard, and worse was more oversanguinely fragmentary and oversanguinely perjurious. Mister Jeans, Punk Jeans, Evil Jeans,

Junk Jeans, Funk Jeans, Half Bake Jeans, Nake Jeans, and Skunk Jeans and the least famous dance: The Point, founded in 199999. Idiocy perpetuated entrapping, enervating Uncle Tomism, which

Erasmus Darwin perpetuated, wholistically. Charles Darwin was more crudeness, habitually castrating his own kind, partly or indirectly, being blindsided by city life and exotic bigotry, the fully opposite primitivism or fully opposite

island, of bigoted metaphoricalness. B.F. Skinner had surmised debatably petrified bigotry, which was minutely opposite and minutely dichotomous, constituting opposite, metaphorical typhoons of unnecessary necessary evil, comprised in loopholing dilemmas of mores and Hammurabiesque or Hammurabi-esque necessary good, minutely appreciating what Dr. Bernath did for me.