Tuesday, 17 August 2010

Six years and closing.

I know plenty of mukkas from the old Soviet block who think we in the West are blinded and stunned.

We do not see the full horror of the CCTV’d great unified spreadsheet within which we have inversed ourselves.


We worship death in every day and every way.

If the killing stopped we could not immerse ourselves in Fart Factor or Big Muppet. No; we’d have to toil. Our masters do not want our toil for they are workshy fopps. They want our worship.

Six years and closing.

The great trading day is ending and the shutters are coming down. The shops are shut.

Heads up.