The alchemy of Farts: B’More or Less Brilliantly surmised mass missing .. Where there’s no meaningful discussion ever apparent .. Only the Hustle disguised .. Resiliently surprised class kissing .. Reptilian devised gas hissing. It’s only make believe of course. Who Farted this time? Senile Citizen Abuse! Door to door MEAT salesman selling quality products out of a freezer in the back of a pick up truck. Door to door clipboard and binder bearers seeking information. Way too many wrong numbers and Robots calling. What da Fa. B’More or Less.
Except for the Enormous White SUV (MDCJ) with the screechy voice either running from the cops or seeking a Drug Fix (1.9.18[23.30]. Attempting to Assist in Keeping the Unit South Safe, the Resident Citizen’s Duty, since the City Cameras seem to be another kickback scam manipulated More or Less they B. The Zombies Are Here. The Soup Thickens. The Plight in the Living Dread of Contemporary Farts Competing to Live in a City where Littering and Violence are Competitive sports and Burglary and Scamming Senile Citizens and Car Jacking are Higher Learning and After School Projects. Opening doors for Robots to come. The Enforcers.
Ethics be Damned. They are building a Manufacturing Soylent Green Factory Nearby, Ain’t they? Made in America.
Ringy Dingy Bob Bell. What happened to US?