Did I Save It?

What's a blog? How meta for the firepole folk. More ad dollar power! Motherfuck Monsanto, those 5-4 fuckers, limp dick/clit legislators, phone companies, pretend presidents and all of its now winnowed wind-aided wannabes; but I'm sure you'll all get really good mental healthcare, spit, I mean drugs, tuck, I mean really, shithouse crazy; and as boring as 1-0. Like killing the world for something called an economy, and then they just shake their heads, that boy got a bad case of disneyphobia. Programmitis, bitch, and our cancers and mutations will out us all. But today is sunny and hot. Pretty, if you like that. What worries? That ain't runting, back to the fuckity thees: Media asslicking/fake angry reacharound backslappers, ex-military commentator/contractors. Who buys this shit? Insurance conpanies, 850 million dollar stadiums; the list is endless, and we and oil ain't. Oh, we all get contracted. Which reminds me of contact. I like that better. Not that close. I'll tell you every second, and never every second day, even if we only get to fuck that, sometimes, and you never know but, sometimes and things and people you do. We're all weird. Said it before. Queer works too. Still and always, Mo Mental.