‘Nothing is impossible to Me because nothing is impossible to God’ -Jesus
XclamatioNmarX: while my ominous, ƕ∪∪∪∪∪∪∪𝗚𝝨, 1,500! foot! Cherry Pi! (<- slightly larger/wider than the Empire State Building with cuddly, cozy, cool quarters for girls who can stay for a vacation or get involved in the mission to fly back to my home world and begin) parked in a geosynchronous orbit far above another renegade planetoid ⍨ (far²big⁴TD), dis KrazyKrew of four girls (more on my ship) - stunning, tenth-degree black-belts of Aikido/Jujitsu trained by I. They must have the skill level of a tenth or higher todo (humble) protocol; less than that, risky-as-a-drippin-sorbet. Who’s gonna pick’m up??
The word swiftly gets ‘round the galaxy when they learn of my ‘Hillbilly ElitE dojo’ (<- on the outskirts of a dead sun: an ultra-magnificent-world, flowers which seduce you, huge teradactyls, outlaw-wildflower-children-who-disappear-into-the-sky-at-sunset ...and the caves! yay! filled with every filthy, nasty creature known to the solar system which I alone have the key to unlock the elevator!) After much discernment, after they’re of age/maturity, they board a star frigate? and wanna serve their Creator. I’m only the catalyst.
Think about it: outside my two, fascinating worlds, especially outside the universe, pe/po exist without any morality; they’re ‘shipwrecked in a sea of ignorance’. Thus my precious, lil foxes can certainly show’m a different path. We had to venture in my sleek shuttle to this obscure wasteland and see if any raw foreigners in the world-wide-taverns wanna come along on the voyage for countless eons (time is so irrelevant Upstairs ♾✖️♾)
...and YAY! when we return from deep space, I, the mtn. dewd, will show you zillions more! primo-growlin-adventures which have the explicit {signature} of the exhilarating extraordinary: love! love! love! Precisely why my starship is so big and impossibly cooool: my endeavor cannot hold just a few girls from other worlds; my obsession desires ALL! ...exactly why we say ‘space, the final ETERNAL! frontier’.
But gadzooks! sez this geekOzoid. Looks like you’re hungry for everything the Other Side has to offer, wild child!! Y’want the yummy egg rolls aboard my craft, too, the kind you wouldn’t find at ancient, 20th-century-IHOP?? My questions for the drop-dead-dolls abounded. Gotta! remember! Southwest galaxy brochures!
I was standing next to the ‘KookyKola’? (*diff. trans.*) machine at d’bar, lotta pool tables, plenty of dirty couches and ... whoa... futons hanging in the air ??? I gotta lotta bottles to hold’m over and, cool, a few quadratic/equations were playing a game involving the alt.color scheme. Dang it! Almost stepped on a tiny droid. They didn’t have ‘chairs’ nessecarily at this weird-o saloon; they had ‘hyperzero-cushions’ where in time botha youse could B1, flying psychotropically high to utilizeXcape their velocity.
So I pulled up one of the few chairs and began withe Spok-handjive (don'ta youse tella me d’Vulcan doesn’t rock the universe ...or the odds -Han Solo): “High, missXponentials! You’re bizarre? Join the club. Unavoidable, dolls. Inevitable,” my smile flashing as the sun. I do that. Totally up-front, outta-the-blue, cutting-through allOthe bombastic stanky which is literally going down anyway. “Lurrrrrve to have you on my ship to love and serve ...or until youse wanna git off. Wanna?”
I knew it. Never had a young dude been so brash/SIZEmic moxie Glory2God!!! Three-killer-girls just stared, mouths agape; just adorable, without hope, killer town, givin’m the drinks as a soothing response to this odd oxymoron yet as smooth as silk. Chuckling in my Chucks.
I continued. “What is the ‘International House of Intimacy’? What is the term ‘sailingIIforever’? If you board my starship, if you turn H on her side, wottdya get? 𝞘. A lotta IHI. A lotta IIB1. All for you. All for us. Want us? Yore Intoxicating, Indelible Instigator?? FXactly!!”
Gottum.
➙ㄇ⦁Ꭲᄐ: all-the-adorable-shades O pink-in-your-room, all-the-pink-you-can-handle like a high-fructose-rocket-fuel-fidelity aboard my starship; however, without wildflower women, we humans would’ve perished a long, long time ago. Believe me, Msr. Almighty God, esq. was quite wise when sHe created me: we’ll get waaaay symbiotic aboard my rrrrockin’ CherryPi/Mike-‘BlazinSaddles’-Meyers-effect.
➙ 𐊏ᄋ†ℎЯ 𐰵ᒼօႹ❗Һ⺕ｒ⍲ո𐌕: though ‘Xeroxillionz’ as a Roman numeral is a gargantuanly-bogus-number, this shall be our punkUational-stage-name in the Juvenile Reality of 007th Heaven:
Janet - vocals; bb9 - guitar; Kira - bass from Black Flag; SpitStix - drums from Fear.
Admission/salvation is free. Park yore shuttle and come! Delicious-liteNboltz-beer (a complete shock! when you drink). You look like a millinillion, babe. Copaceticly cooler has never been achieved until we rrrrock-yore-socks-off with ‘Heavy-Metal-psychobilly’. This planet’s foliage is sparse if not defunct now, yet with our ‘morph orchestra’, our ‘rockabilly sound’ shall be a mirror forwardNback taking you into a classic ‘Pink Floyd/Tchaikovsky’ surround sound.
No, dear, I’m not on nthn which is a double negative which means I’m ON something NOT of this planet: weeerd-O-wurdz. Wannum? Baby, I gottum like Gollum. Though the Godude does have unruly, dust bunnies though vague and, egads! zombiotic!! [gulp]
⚠ this is warrNpeas (Leo Tolstoy?) ⚠️
When I used to be a gentile punk!you!ation! years before our accident, I saw ‘the Decline of Western Civilization’ at a friend’s small house, quiet town, backstreets of Auburn, KS; it had a punk along with Black Flag, the Vandals, X, Germs? ... saying, ‘I’m a lover, not a fighter’.
Exactly. I, too, am a lover (I must); I’m a joker; Im a toker of SuperStars. I’m doing a first-rate, fast-paced, quid-pro-quo-SciFX-zine withe wildgirls UptowNdown, gawn ‘round the huge galaxy interview’n, nekkNcuddlin, rrrassLnXplorin, groovNlovin, rrrrockin’ to my roadkill band/stand-up.
Who wouldn’t wanna do a ‘Steve-Miller-party-hardy-zine’ once a month?? Cant you just taste the aroma of the ‘PhysixDimension’? Whoa. Owch. Totally. AWOL. Acapulco. Easy as pi! Succulent, cotton-candy-refills! LSD (Love/Serve Dept)!! Be there ...or be Miss Impaired in this feeble, fallible, finite façade of Facebook. Exactly why I’m saving💋4Upstairs withe ‘googoldupleXTC’. Speaking of cuddling, I’d totally appreciate a date with you in the Great Beyond ...and I’m totally not fugly!! I.M.biguous, thank-you-very-much. Here’s my mezzanine qualifications:
We’d also do 797[৪]679,679№199,399,679ish googolduplex-times-better than deeee-licious Churn®️blackjack cherry/java chunk which I’ll feed-you-on-the-big-futon/wrapped-in-our-crazYoungXmortal-arms because I so wanna! gotcha!! love you/serve you. Lemme do that. Lemme serve you. Lemme kneed you on my knees as I propose unto thee aboard my savvy, Steppenwolf starcruiser.
Yay, me sayeth! A few killillion parsecs left til we reach my world!!! Until that time aboard my elaborate, celestial Operation Nanometer Xeggrated (refers to the length between galaxies which is enormous), 1,500-foot-Rawwkuss/Legendary CherryPi (<- my most-groovalicious-spacecruiser given by Msr. Almighty Gawwd, esq), many fully-sized-MiniMees will love to serve YOU, too, ya captivatin’, fascinatin’, mystifyin’ young dolls: rooms big as a city block! 100-foot-height (who knows what we’ll find in the loft)! hideNseek, too! 1-4 exquisite knockouts to a room2BNtertwined in time as I’ll serve’m bubbly, lively Chardonnay with flowers🥂Y’comin? Ready or not...
They don’t call me a vanguard fer nthn: girls need HOPE! for the decline of civilization.
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