Direct from Ibiza, triple x-rated house bangers for creatine-pumped man-children with Abercrombie erections and internet shortened attention spans. Pop RnB with an edge; a morbidly obese fun size selection of corn syrup heart failure, pumped with steroids and hollow to the core. Sun dried aneurisms. Two for the price of one. Use your club card, spend your points on tumours and get your pin number tattooed.
Guaranteed to produce ovulation in 89.4% of fertile women tested under nightclub conditions. Aya Napa foam party soundtracks for a glorious imagined future where free M-Cat is provided in comprehensive school in lieu of reading materials.
Is there a reason we can't all just live together? Let's hug and touch each other intimately like families used to do before political correctness went mad.
Can we not just eat kittens and burn ants with magnifying glasses like the good old days when you could leave your front door open and steal from your children's futures?
Ladies and Gentlemen, we are floating in shit.
Welcome to a new and surprising development in the field of life sciences.
Video healing that transmits excitement into the heart of the spinning atoms that form your weak, fragile, organic body - zapping trans-fats and free radicals - healing the core of your being and making you a better, more successful, more alive version of yourself. Free of petty emotions, hungry for money, hubris and exotic sexual congress.
What better way to spend what little time you have left than to abandon thoughts of loved ones and family, using the precious final days, hours, minutes and seconds furiously examining your own navel in the dim hope of revelations and metaphysical release.
Collect the tokens from the tinned goods, save up the cheap flight vouchers in tabloid newspapers and post endless counterpoint comments on right leaning websites. What good will it do you?
Free yourself of these unneeded burdens and spend a little more time with your hands down the front of your trousers, beating off to the music of the spheres while you watch Eastern European girls degrade themselves on websites that track your self-love in order to sell you Nike sneakers. This my friends is the secret to a successful connected life.
There's no profit in loving your fellow man when you can shoot your neighbours dog with a crossbow and laugh at their tears.
Take a selfie and share your pain with a ready audience. Brag endlessly about your latest purchase and win big. Define your hip with knowing, self-censoring Facebook posts until your former school friends want to vomit on your dreams.
Make a cake, fill it with diamonds and crack your teeth on your abundant riches. You have first world problems, a second hand car and a third world fetish for ethnic hand made goods. Paint a smiley face on a corpse. Dig a grave and fill it with Cheerios, wet tissues and broken hearts.
Save up the pennies, the pounds have left the island already, prepare for cannibalism in the fast food palaces and dingy chip shops of bleak provincial towns while the polished faces of the fortunately born toss their reproductive fluids into your daily bowl of gruel.
Reap a harvest of polluted nightmares in a swirling vortex of human misery. Keep smiling because we'll meet again. do the Lambada in a dead-eyed sewer. Lick your ashtrays clean for sustenance and sup on the shattered dreams of your grandchildren.
Light a baby boom bonfire and burn the old and infirm. Mock the afflicted to bolster your sense of self. Resign yourselves to a shortened timespan of amputations and prime time executions. Stop thinking in case they can hear you.
Let's watch Game of Thrones and give thanks.
It's less a spiritual quest, more a chance of spread malice and spit it into the upturned faces of innocent and naive ingenues who worship at the alter of rabid dogs and good dental hygiene.
Flossing the mind of senile notions, blasting through the mire of ignorance and fear to create a thought state where new lessons in eroticism and fiery red libido can blossom into orgiastic street riots. See the idle rich torn from their bed chambers and spread-eagled in the gutter, ready for vile inseminations.
No more shall the teenager dreamers lose themselves in branded good and boiled sweets. There's hand jobs to give and without a license.
Tear your eyes from their sockets and donate them to the homeless.
Rut wildly with beasts and deny your bestial crimes.
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