Sunday, July 5, 2026

What Are You Talking About,

Lue? 
I’m just a crank, remember? A crackpot no one takes seriously.
Remember?
Nobody takes me seriously.
No one.
What are you so worried about, Mr. New York Times Best Seller List?
Mr. “I Own A Bar”?
Mr. Gearhead who REALLY likes his toys?
Mr. I Own A Motorcycle And Five Dogs?
What are you so fucking worried about,
Mr. I Haven’t Made Any Money and My Wife Works at Home Depot?
What are you worried about?
Mr. Manufactured sob story? 
For someone who didn’t make any money, you sure have a lot of things that cost a lot of money.
WHAT are you worried about? 
Are you like the double slit experiment as well?
You make no money and yet you’re doing a national tour that’s sold out?
What happened to you?
‘Cause it sure seems like the money was the main driver.
The money.
The money.
The money.
You sure Christopher Mellon couldn’t help you out at all during that long dark night of the soul when you had a major publisher helping you along the way with your little advance?
 I mean seriously.
Do you even listen to yourself?
Do you even know what you’re saying?
Do you even care?

APE 🚨‼️Alert FUBU:

We’re sorry no one‘s available to take your call at the moment. But if you leave a message, 
 we’ll be sure to get back to you as soon as possible.

I like the slit experiment.
Do you know what the slit experiment is?
 I don’t know.
Sometimes I do and I do not know what it is at the same time.
Maybe that’s not the slit experiment I’m thinking of.
Maybe this is more like it. 
Base is getting a little HAIRY lately!!! 
🦍
Didya see what I just did there? Get it? πŸ˜‰
Vengeance is MINE Sayeth The Lord!!!
OOK OOK!!!!


Saturday, July 4, 2026

Hans is not going to be a problem anymore, ladies and gentlemen.

YOU’RE WELCOME, Deep State.
What he did was a public service. And you all know it. Hans was busy terrorizing others for years, walking around the facility with impunity.
And you knew it.
And you did nothing because you wanted to keep up your military might and let the chips fall where they may while you could research him.
And then came the time of diminishing returns, when he would just walk down the hall like Darth Vader and take the breath out of peoples throats, crush larynxes, scare the living daylights out of men.
 He made no friends. And you knew this too.
Shit that makes Stranger Things look mighty tame I might add.
And you let him do this.
For years.
With impunity.
***You’re welcome***

Friday, July 3, 2026

Oopsie.


What do you expect? I got generals threatening to stick a needle in my ear on one side and then I got another guy who’s willing to die for me and is doing all kinds of “artistic” shit in underground bases. 
What. Do. You. Expect? 
Oh- Hi, guy. πŸ₯ΈπŸ˜Ά‍🌫️πŸ˜‰




Wednesday, June 24, 2026

Dear Post to HQ: EAT SHIT.

OPERATION TRAPDOOR
Was a black operation designed to kill people and bring them back to life and each time they came back to life they were more and more psychic. 
You did that to me. 
You did that. 
For shiny cars and new houses. 
You did that to me. 
And now you pay the price. 
And I’ve got a posse. 
I’ve got a big fucking Mack truck behind me.
 Eat SHIT, MOTHERFUCKER!!!!



Monday, June 22, 2026

Hans-el Sans Gretel

 The best disinfectant is sunlight, Hans. I got you, Boo. You Middle German-loving motherfucker. 
You’ve had a posse on me for years. 
And now I got you. 
I got you triangulated. 
I got You, you power-loving, hungry motherfucker. 
I got you. 
That was really cute, too. 
You using a DEW on me. 
That was cute. 

Do you know who I’ve also got too? 

You Know Who. 

Hoo Hoo! 

And they’re listening too. 

I got you, Boo. 

Boo-hoo. Boo-hoo. Little Bo(o) Peep, lost her sheep and don’t know where to Find Her. But now I’ve a Gun and Lost All The Fun and They Come Running Behind Her. 





Thursday, June 4, 2026

I think I saw you.


You know that a sky full of stars means that I’m untouchable. Why do you think the US Army can’t touch me anymore? Why do you think that is? While they were torturing me for a week straight in June 2014 using telepathic technology on me? 
Why do you think that was? Why do you think I’m untouchable now? Just think. Think REAL hard. Why do you think that is? Why do you think no one‘s harassing me? Why do you think no one‘s coming to my home? Why do you think no one‘s coming to my front door anymore or people are knocking on the door from FedEx telling me there’s a guy who’s been sitting in the front of my building in his car for four hours because he was paid to tell me that to scare me to death and make the hair on the back of my neck stand up?

 

And when I confronted the guy in the car and I asked him if he was ONI  
he laughed like it was an insult? 
What do you think THAT’S about, buddy? Fella?

 

Do you think I’m worth it? That’s the question you should be asking right now.. 

 

 

 

Tuesday, June 2, 2026

Every Stitch.

Looks like we’ve got some new fans in here, fellas.


Sunday, May 31, 2026

Make it happen.

Turns out money actually doesn’t grow on trees.
Maybe you can shake it, though.

Pay attention, Class.

Oooh
 I can feel the boys at Langley’s palms getting sweaty now.

Focus on this



Well Gosh.

There’s a few of you on the inside who are awfully mopey emo boys. You’re welcome-  I’m flattered, I guess! 

I start fires, they burn and they burn and I let them out with a dark touch and then I burn them again and I open the portal and I let them in and all is well in the world
and then I sniff the fire out with two hands.

Don’t you worry, pal. It’s not so mopey now.

πŸ‡ πŸ•³️

And when I say a bigger boat, I mean gargantuan.

 


Monday, May 18, 2026

Friday, April 24, 2026

For Dildo Baggins from The Boys

We’re sorry you don’t appreciate Anya like we do. Unfortunately for you, that’s a bad thing. Your loss. She says you stand around with your dick in your hand with No Such Agency and that outpost in Indonesia you’re at while she goes on with her life.

You and all the rest of you
 “don’t know what to do with her”.

Right?

In our world, Talent WILL be rewarded.
Immensely.

You’ve been sitting on your ass for years while she’s the prize.

The “golden fleece”.

And no one can touch her. Because we say, we do. Nobody else. She’s ours. Got it? And she likes it just fine like that. We feed her some meat and she stays in her cage.

Story arc and end of story.

Dork.

(Sorry for such a harsh analogy. We know you’re not a cat in a cage. Yet. I mean, if you wanna be. But we won’t do that. We know what you like. Story’s comin’. Just wait. We’ll put you up front. Don’t you worry.)

(Me chiming in):
Thanks. I know what you mean. You’re not ones for words. You’re more like action men. I like men of action. Men of action who do nothing. Until I say it.

Tuesday, April 21, 2026

Call and

Response:

1) What are you augmented with? 
2)Who sent you?
3) Who’s responsible? 


https://youtube.com/watch?v=il9nqWw9W3Y&si=MAqoHsOARAVeDEjB