Crablands
Posted on Wed Jul 11 10:26:00 UTC 2007
камрады, эта ноча мы обедаем на людской плоти!
They lobotomised John F. Kennedy's sister, Rosemary Kennedy, at the age of 23 after her father complained of her “moodiness and growing interest in men”. The probe is pushed straight through the tear duct. One! Two! Three quick movements and no more frontal lobe. After the operation turned her into a drooling idiot (she was completely reduced to an infantile mentality) they concocted some story about mental retardation as a cover up to avoid any political scandal. No shit. True story. It's a fucked up world we live in. The white flesh of the crustacohominid tastes delicious dusted with a little salt and lightly fried in butter but you won't read about it in the newspapers. I bring you the straight truth. No need for hyperbole or exaggeration. This is how it is.
Actual willing volunteers for the human-crustacean hybrid program are few and far between. It's a problem. Condemned prisoners, a splattering of patriotic lunatics maybe, but who would miss many of the long term institutionalised? To be honest to most of the surviving relatives it would probably come as something of a relief, so this was the proposal I took to Eisenhower. Well, you know how these things go. Demand quickly outstripped supply. The military was insatiable. Forty thousand lobotomies performed. Concerns were raised.
Freeman took the fall of course. Eventually after the furore died down he moved to Argentina under a new identity and opened a popular seafood restaurant. I hear business is good.
To this day I still cannot stomach the thought of eating crab or any kind of shellfish.
The human chest is a rusted doorway: if you speak the magic words it may swing wide open. I would come to you as a thief but there is no lock here I can force or any keyhole I can see inside. Ordinarily I just break windows, I would just smash my way right through your wall, but all this house is made of glass -- it fracture on impact, it collapse completely poor starfish in the sun.
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It occurred to me the other day that I have slept with hardly any of my female friends. Aw, come on guys – sympathy fuck? I won't tell anyone I swear to God.
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Sometimes I get in these real black moods, it ain't anybody's else's fault. I changed my desktop background to “DON'T TAKE YOURSELF SO SERIOUSLY YOU MOODY MOTHERFUCKER”, I think it's helping.
They lobotomised John F. Kennedy's sister, Rosemary Kennedy, at the age of 23 after her father complained of her “moodiness and growing interest in men”. The probe is pushed straight through the tear duct. One! Two! Three quick movements and no more frontal lobe. After the operation turned her into a drooling idiot (she was completely reduced to an infantile mentality) they concocted some story about mental retardation as a cover up to avoid any political scandal. No shit. True story. It's a fucked up world we live in. The white flesh of the crustacohominid tastes delicious dusted with a little salt and lightly fried in butter but you won't read about it in the newspapers. I bring you the straight truth. No need for hyperbole or exaggeration. This is how it is.
Actual willing volunteers for the human-crustacean hybrid program are few and far between. It's a problem. Condemned prisoners, a splattering of patriotic lunatics maybe, but who would miss many of the long term institutionalised? To be honest to most of the surviving relatives it would probably come as something of a relief, so this was the proposal I took to Eisenhower. Well, you know how these things go. Demand quickly outstripped supply. The military was insatiable. Forty thousand lobotomies performed. Concerns were raised.
Freeman took the fall of course. Eventually after the furore died down he moved to Argentina under a new identity and opened a popular seafood restaurant. I hear business is good.
To this day I still cannot stomach the thought of eating crab or any kind of shellfish.
The human chest is a rusted doorway: if you speak the magic words it may swing wide open. I would come to you as a thief but there is no lock here I can force or any keyhole I can see inside. Ordinarily I just break windows, I would just smash my way right through your wall, but all this house is made of glass -- it fracture on impact, it collapse completely poor starfish in the sun.
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It occurred to me the other day that I have slept with hardly any of my female friends. Aw, come on guys – sympathy fuck? I won't tell anyone I swear to God.
- - -
Sometimes I get in these real black moods, it ain't anybody's else's fault. I changed my desktop background to “DON'T TAKE YOURSELF SO SERIOUSLY YOU MOODY MOTHERFUCKER”, I think it's helping.