God bless you and keep you from harm, this day and forever.
Remote and ineffectual shill
That dared attack my president
With that poor weapon, half-impelled,
Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held,
Unworthy for a tilt with men—
Your quavering and corroded pen;
Shill poor at Bed and worse at Table,
Shill pinched, shill starved, shill miserable;
Shill stuttering, shill with roving eyes,
Shill nervous, shill of crudities;
Shill clerical, shill ordinary,
Shill self-absorbed and solitary;
Shill here-and-there, shill epileptic;
Shill puffed and empty, shill dyspeptic;
Shill middle-class, shill sycophantic,
Shill dull, shill brutish, shill pedantic;
Shill hypocritical, shill bad,
Shill furtive, shill three-quarters mad;
Shill (since a man must make an end),
Shill that shall never be my friend.
SHILLS OATH
I am satan's shill. I believe nothing, I will say anything. I have no values, friends or family I will not sell into bondage forever for food and for feathers. Dollars will buy me. What can not spend I will burn in an ashtray or shove up my ass but I must have dollars. Give me fiat. I am satan's shill. I demoralize myself. When I finish the blow I take five xanax footballs and pass out on rental furniture. Asleep, I dream I'm awake. I am satan's shill. My stridulations are filtered. My mockery, my despair, my anguish, like my coming and my going, pass ever unnoticed. I am satan's shill. One day I will vanish like the knot in a shoelace. I am satan's shill. A petty criminal, a peeping Tom, a canvas for others tattoos, a repeater, an NPC.
Pray you right
She's from a family that practices trauma based mind control. She has limited autonomy - ie a puppet.
families similar to those in India who break children's arms, gouge out eyes etc to make more pitiful beggars out of their kids.
Guffawed.
You might be right.
Having a droned puppet running for president would be a bizarre twist to the movie people'd be thowin' cups at the screen and hollerin' lock her up!
today
boom,boom,boom,BOOM
pray
PEDOWOOD TALES
Hollywood producer "Dirty" Don Simpson came from Alaska. He denied having Inuit blood, but was surprisingly sensitive about
his barrel shaped body. Simpson was president of production at Paramount pictures around the time of Charlie Bludhorn's
murder, president briefly, at a very young age.
The would-be wunderboy was quickly fired by killer leather queen Barry Diller, who replaced Simpson with dwarvish satanist
cult automaton Jeffrefy Katzenberg.
Simpson didn't like being replaced by a goggle-eyed dwarf and frequently expressed resentment. "Diller fired me on grounds
of immorality!!? Barry Diller! Who a hundred people saw fucking a boy under a porch!? He calls me immoral!!!"
Simpson partnered with satanist sensitive Jerry Brukheimer and they vowed to out do their rivals at sucking dollars and
programming the public their own special way. This lead to an alliance with the scientologist and a series of increasingly
gay movies with Tom Cruise, a man approximatly the same height as Simpson, who was unable to relate sucessfully to those
shorter (like Katzenberg) or taller (like Diller) then himself.
Simpson collected guns, but with a twist, they were all replicas. When this was pointed out by a visitor, Simpson blusted
defensivly. "Well they're legal to carry anywhere even shitfaced and I pulled one last Friday on some asshole on Sunset, and
he shit himself."
Not a deep thinker. But inspired in a weird way.
The story of Simpson's drug addicted final days is fairly well known, the efforts of his partner Jerry Bruckheimer to
intervene, to get Simpson sober, less so - they were ultimatly unsuccessful.
They were unsuccessful because Simpson had entered a death spiral, one which began when he sought the assistance of an
insane Encino plastic surgeon whose name anon forgets, to preform "penile augmentation surgery."
"It not about size, for fuck's sake, it's about aesthetics Simpson told whores he paid to evaluate the appearence of his
penis.
"It looks good to meanDon" said one poor trollope. Simpson beltered her viciously. "DON'T LIE TO ME BITCH! I AM PAYING YOU
FOR THE TRUTH!"
Simpson's initial procedure involved the injection of blubber harvested from his abdomen into the barrel of his harpoon;
this to "augment" the girth. The procedure failed, leaving Simpson with an a stubby non-functional unit and a suppurating
lesion at the injection sight. The lecision became and abcess, and infected pocket, from which leaked evil smelling fluids,
and refused to heal, and caused Simpsom sorrow and stress, requiring higher doses of stronger drugs to manage his own fear.
Fear overcame shame and eventually drove him to legitimate medical attention. Simpson's hose condition was dire. He required
a protracted course of IV antibiotics to forestall amputation.
Heavily medicated, Simpson decided corrective surgery was in order after two high price prostitutes he consulted about the
appearance of his penis agreed that while the girth was impressive, it made his member appear a trifle short. Simpson had
trained them to believe his quest was never about size, but proportion.
Simpson returned to the demented Encino Doc and had another procedure, cutting the two cords from which the penis depends.
This was spectacularly disastrous. Simson's unit dropped but was 45 degrees off plump! Worse, the surgical wounds again
became infected. The guilt stricken Encino cock-hacker who had by now been threatened with replica handguns on several
occaision prescribed a broad spectrum of apology narcotics and Simpson moved yet another doctor a young internist and
recovering drug addict named Ammerman Simpson met at a recovery meeting into his guest house. Ammerman was to tend to
Simpson's diseased dong and help him stay sober.
Unfortunately doctor Ammerman, an opiate addict in early recovery, relapsed on narcotics himself, and od'd in Simpson's
guest house bringing Simpson unwanted publicity.
http://articles.latimes.com/1995-08-17/local/me-36140_1_don-simpson
Simpson was now entirely cut off from the world, his only friend a hired limo driver,to whom Simpson confided this sad
story as prologue to a more serious attempt to cooerce the young driver into donating his own penis for transplant (to
Simpson). The you African American man was promised a permanent position with Simpson as a high level executive, and the
opportunity to meet Tom Cruise.
Don Simpson OD'd and no transplant ever took place. That's why they call it "the land of broken dreams."
DIG MEME PRAY
Simpson never mentioned the boys' name would probably be a rent boy.
Diller and Geffen have murdered a few male prostitutes in their fruit rack dungeons. Or so the Pedowood story goes.