Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Aliens are PUSSIES - come on - abduct me!
"Are ya man enough, aliens?"
Or maybe they're not PUSSIES in the classical sense of having no balls or being spineless space junk, maybe they understand that my role here on this planet is to promote, "Good food, water and shelter. An end to prisons, zoos, factories of corporate death. A CUSTODIAN race willing and physically/mentally able to protect our delicate homeworld from the greed of the fake-RISK game this daft planet is running in the name of Commerce and Patent."
Maybe they know it's POINTLESS trying to abduct me; only the really greedy will be taken up from our planet on THE DAY ALL SHIT HITS THE FAN and the rest of us will remain on our atheist world, allowed to get on with our lives of Creativity, Passion and Kinship - nurturing our wonderful Free Planet.
DAY LATER UPDATE: and before you say, "Yeah? How do you know?" I'll just say, "They didn't."
THE SPACE PUSSIES DIDN'T ABDUCT ME last night; never have: never will.
Maybe I'm bulletproof/immune in some vital way from all this transdimensional/corporate propaganda/dogma crap, as mentioned above.
Now, that'd be funny.