"Royal Republic of Sydneyland": April 2019

Saturday, April 20, 2019

"Happy Holy Saturday Afternoon"

Lucifer was the Boss's fav. The was as serious as in tornado in a 1940's phonebooth falling out. Neither of these guys ever did nothing small. The Big guy kicked him off the grounds.
Declined all his fucking cards. Had his repo guys impound his
cars,...even his hand made sky blue 1928 Bugatti he liked so much.

Nothing is bad as a hot date gone south.

So the Holy Butt Boy was out on his ass. That, and the Boss has been spreading shit on his rep ever since. He even got kids to be scared of him. Well lease till they wise up anyway.

As we knows Lucifer went, and set up his own patch.
It's sort of like a Star Trek Club Med with planets ringed with fucking rainbows. He likes cute stuff. All the kind, and gentle when they kick the bucket wanders over there.

Yeah you can choose shit out there. Most go to Lucifer's planets, and his weird fun bright matter dimensions. The Boss obviously is in the dark matter realms...he just likes that kind of shit.

His outfit is full of the toxic waste of eternity. Assholes from worlds all creation gravitate to his shitholes. heaven is like a chain gang run by Pol Pot Caligula the fucking Borg Hitler, and Stalin.
Who by the way are all there. ...trustees on top of that.

At Lucifer's digs you can sit by the pool with ya pals,...and your dog from when you were a kid.
No dogs allowed in the Big Guys place. I always wondered what Lucifer ever saw in the rough trade maniac.

So I'm going to Lucifer's outfit.

I'll hang out in a 1950's beatnik club on one of the writers run planets and discuss cartoons with Walt Whitman.

Friday, April 19, 2019

"Days go by"

"~\Robby/~"

"~/A\~"

Finally an art installation I like.

"...Aw Crap"

1950's Mouseketeer Dead.

Dennis Day or a body likely his was found today.

The former Mouseketeer went missing eight months ago.

They found remains today. DNA tests are being done.

He's survived by his partner.

Yeah he was happily Queer.

Fuck anyone with a problem with that.

Aw fuck our Mouse pals are dropping like fruitflies.

Plenty of them was Queer bless'em all.

The 20th century is slipping far over the horizon.

Soon few of us that were there will be around to give folks shit.

Did I mention I hate fucking Robots?

Except for Robby.

I love Robby the Robot we all do.

"More Wonderful News"

Yesterday I awoke to another Hypoglycemic Attack. It passed the time. Today Nausea. How I don't know since I'm not eating anything. So I'm now in a state of nausea with hunger pains.

Wonders.

Btw as some may have noticed things are getting weird on this end. So you might want to find another weirdo to watch. One morning not too far away I may not wake up.

Fuck it. ...it's been real.

On the other hand as a pal emailed me:

"You keep almost dying, but you also keep hanging around. I think you'll break 75 maybe 80."

Humm,...five to ten more years.
I'm going to need more toilet paper, and comic books.

If you didn't study any history, and these days most didn't.

The smart money, above, is on "DareDevil".

Oh, and we went to the Moon, and 9/11 was not

an inside job,...well not directly.

Also yes there are UFO's

The UN CNN, and Liberals are in cahoots with them.

Also Trump is really Black.

The Rothchild's bankrolled him to make you think

white power is coming back.

Whereas the plan is forced gay marriages,

and a Mexican gay president by 2024.

All part of our Alien UFO overlords plans.

Praise Gort!

"NIght Watch"

A Superhero is going home on the No. 6 local at 3:45 on a cold wet Tuesday morning. This after a long night of fighting crime, and dealing with bought cops.
All she wanted to do is get the hell out of the ridiculous costume the Superhero's Union makes her wear. Shower the stink off drink heavily, and pass out.

End of a swell night in the Free World.

The cold rain washing the night's toll of blood down to the dead river. 'But hey the heat was paid off bad guys disappeared bystanders told they saw nothing. Diamonds, and cash exchanged hands, and everybody that counts got a taste.

"John Q" tucked nice, and snug in his bed none the wiser of the happy mayhem that stews beneath tax paying noses.

All is well with the world.

What the hell. Another night another surprised head in a bucket. Tomorrow is another day with dirty cops evil maniacs, and getting her cut. Our hero sleeps.

Ain't we got fun.

"I'm Voting for this Guy"

Chester Mary Ellen Bumstead.

Comrade Chester here just announced he's tossing his tiara

into the ring to be Emperor of the Earth.

Which is, and for a short time further

The President of the United States of America.

His two point program for peace, and prosperity

is the soul of wit, and brevity.

Sez Chester, "...First. Everybody stop fucking everybody else the fuck over. This will solve all war want oppressions, and stupidities.

Second.

"After that we bring in the Golden Age."

"Forever."

"Any questions?"

Yep Vote Chester a Multi-gendered sweet soul for our times.

He also suggests that nude swimming at Boy Scout jamborees be at once re-instated. No reason,...Chester just likes it better that way.

He's got my Vote!

"~\R/~"

Ricky Ricardo's bad day.

"~\Days go by/~"

If I were 14 or 15 again. Shit would be slightly different. I'd be braver. Nearly 70 years in this blood splattered madhouse has taught me ironically,...there's nothing to be afraid of.

Even the fucking Pope said, "...do not be afraid."

Makes sense in an Ort Cloud sort of way.

In other words regards bullies Nazis assorted buttholes, and that guy that really pisses you off,...fuck'em.

If I were once more like the sweeties above I'd start work on the Queer Anarcho Free Lunch, and Tuition Revolution both earlier, and with far more passion.

Comrades it's your life nobody else's. So love, and be Loved.

Fuck ya brains out,...with precautions.

All that, and have a Fucking Ball.

Also don't forget to Vote.

These thing not only matter, but have serious consequences.

"Who Knew?!"