Well, they’ve gone and done it. They killed the world and nobody said shit. Everyone’s gone completely mad. We traded all our freedom away out of fear. We submitted our bodies to become lab rats for Big Pharma. I despise this dystopian world, this electronic prison planet. I am not long for the new world normal. I am among the untouchable caste.
The only artist with any balls is Van the Man Morrison. Who else spoke up? Noel Gallagher. Cunts with nothing to lose. That’s about it. The masses cheered on their own enslavement. They begged for it. They were never free. Two weeks has turned into two years. No masks, one mask, two masks, like fucking Dr. Seuss is in charge of the coronavirus taskforce. Anybody with a thinking brain can see this is not about healthcare, but something else entirely. I could post CDC links, Fauci quotes, and NY Times articles till I’m blue in the face diaper, unequivocally exposing this fraud straight from the muzzled horse’s mouth, but what’s the point? Either you get it now or you will never get it.
There probably won’t be any more Los Doggies shows in the future (or any shows for that matter). No, an Eyes Wide Shut party doesn’t count as normal. There is no society anymore. This isn’t real life, this sick simulacrum. Every night I am plagued by nightmares of giant peacocks and psychic witches, and even that is preferable to this waking nightmare. My ancestor Nils Stormo lived as a hermit in the woods. I think of him often. God bless you, Nils.
All day long I am pissed off at the endless lies and muzzled masses. This shitty Twilight Zone reboot. Nobody seems to care. They’ll do anything they’re told. They’ll line up at the Pepsi Covid Center for the untested experimental gene therapy, the Mark of the Beast, the thumb up the ass, whatever. Once we’ve forfeited our freedoms, we’ll never get them back. The time for mass civil disobedience is now. You have nothing to lose but your masks!
