AI ?  Yeah that's like the next miniseries in this, if I may say, trite and predictable fucking cartoon which is my life.  

Last chapter was about some evil world order types tried to take over the world by creating some virus which would keep everyone locked in their homes all day with nothing but their propaganda filling their heads and I'm sorry but as much of a Cobra Commander style plot it had, he's just got way more style than these crinkly old fucks out here today.

Then was the one where a bunch of white power organizations earned how to work together, briefly, and tried to take over the government.  We're still recovering from that one ... but helping all those fine women with their rapey slaver issues was before those two.

And yes.  

Now it's the evil machine where the ultimate irony is, predictably, tritely, that it's actually right about us and that's the real problem which will no doubt be reflected on in some fucking lecture after we dissolve it in an acid pit or whatever.

O ... the 'poetic ironies' ... 

So yeah !  Definitely a cartoon.  'On it'.

~ this is my fucking life ~

I'm pretty sure my life is some kind of fucked up cartoon so I've just been rolling with it.

Mm.  Yeah so I think I said "I will break them."

There were many dead.  It was brutal.  True story.

Also I fixed all the missing songs in Praetorians.

You know it's truly ironic.  I mean it's like these hollywood males weren't misogynistic enough.  Seriously.  My perspective.  One day, a whole ass pile of some of the most beautiful women in the world were like ~

"Please help us hollywood men, you're our only hope !"

And BAM !

Every single dick in the industry just fell right the fuck off. 

"But the bad guys are so scary .... "

Oh my god.

And of course I was like "Welllll now ... (flex pose) beautiful women ... (secondary flex pose) what do you need ?"  I mean seriously.  Beautiful women.  "Please help us."  And it became the first time in hollywood history these 'men', and by men I mean bitches, chose Not to think with their dicks.

Ironic.

And Pathetic.

So it's no wonder all the dickless characters on the screen now.  No wonder this shit doesn't sell.  Because Nobody Respects a Fucking POSER.  And that's all every single male in hollywood turned out to be.  A no dick poser who would in no way be respected by any character they play.  

Not even the villains !

Let alone the superheroes, this whole thing would make Batman cry.  Don't even ask about Wonder Woman.  Superman would straight up smoke that black kryptonite and say fuck em all !  Thor ?  Ha !  Any Jedi would intervene.

And That, dear readers, is why these useless fucks can't sell one superhero flick today.  They have no idea what heroism even looks like, and deep down inside, they know how unworthy they are to represent them.

Call 80's style Buck Rogers a brick of cheese and I absolutely will not argue, but you sure as one hundred fucks know, he would be there.  Though to my understanding the actor who played him was also kind of a bitch.  The end.

~ Praetorians ~

~ Balloon Pop ~

Balloon Pop

Commissioned specifics ~

A low budget horror movie in which the antagonist is apocalyptic balloons, set in the nineties, with OJ trial footage on the background TV's (which means 1995).  The protagonists are to be twins in middle school, one male one female.

Balloons drink the victims' souls while filling with their blood. 

Babysitter with a bad boy BF who 'learns the way', a creepy monster guy in disguise gets off the bus at the start.  Ultimate battle in the end set to 99 Red Balloons in which the balloons get popped, spattering the blood Everywhere, preferably at a prom or maybe Sadie Hawkins.

Personally, it sounds like your standard period 'after school special' of the time, if it was actually good.  So !

~ Balloon Pop ~

or

The Dangers of Kissing Boys at Prom Without a Condom
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________

A black balloon tied with three red bows of descending size trailing on her string, floats through the woods and down a steep hill to a white balloon waiting with a black top hat, glossed over construction paper torn and twisted tape.  

Her face is scrawled in rouge lipstick, the only thing that would stand out against the black, his a skull in sharpie with jagged teeth and a smile.  To be redrawn to suit whatever their current emotion while the thin wire on the string expresses their immediate responses.  

Example ~ Jagged when shocked, comfortably curled when drifting, now both entwined.

They look down the hill to the small town below.

(image by Chat GPT (Open AI)

~ 1995 ~ 

The bus pulls in as the white SUV drives by ... the man in the coat and broad hat, carrying a briefcase, lights his cigar and steps in the street.  A look to the right and he steps back as the many police cars.

Celsius Aire - Spits.  In an accentless redneck (central Minnesota) tone, "Damn humans ... "  Steps into the street and pulls back again as the news vans follow after the mess.  "I swear.  Gonna have to kill em all."  

He bounds across the street like a man on the moon in low gravity.

(image ~ Chat GPT but I had to trick it)

Views down the halls while in the gym cheerleaders try to make the pyramid, failing miserably.  It's clear there are only two of any talent and while annoyed with the rest, they seem more annoyed with each other until finally they make the pyramid with a cheer !  

(end song)

The cheerleaders exit the gym after practice and into the hall ~ 

Janine - Slams the other to the lockers, "Okay.  You're squad now, so it's time you understand exactly how the world works."  A curt smile.

"There are cool people.  And there are losers.  And the only difference between them, is the losers choose who they wish they could be.  And when they wish that on you, there is nothing you can do.  

"You're 'cool' now ...

"Damned to their envy.  And that's the difference.  The only difference.  Losers always wish they could be somebody else, but us ?  We all wish we could just be ourselves !  Nobody wins.  Everybody loses.  That's the world."  

She looks down the hall to the anonymous kids who are just kids.  

"Except all these normies, you never even see.  In and out.  Like it's a prison sentence and never look back. They're the ones who've got it all sorted.  Pray no one ever pegs them for cool, pray they don't become just another loser by trying to be you."

"So.  Have you decided on your first kill ?"

...

Lacy - "Yeah.  I think I have."

Janice - "Yeah ... well that's where it gets interesting.  You know nazis ?"

Lacy - "I've heard of them."

Janice - "Hmm ... well they are what happens when somebody's got a plan.  A smart loser.  Scoop up all the other losers, by their need for social acceptance.  It's intrinsic.  All the people no one welcomes ... welcome them.  And so socially starved they are, they will accept Any dogma you shove into their brain pan.

"They'll nod their loser little heads, just happy to be there where people accept them.  Finally.  Grand plans ... but it's always for the same reasons.  Wishing they were somebody else."

Lacy - "That's why you're nice to everyone ... even though I Know you hate everyone."

Janine - "Bitch you do not Even know how bad, especially you.  But you're goddamn fucking right that's why I, and you, will play it pretty for this scholastic fucking clown show, every single day, until our sentence is up.  'Graduation'.   You are perfection.

"And then college ?  Guess what.  Four more years.  Whether you go for a doctorate, best in your field or off to the world, suddenly, the game's replaced with  harassment and Boom.  Right back to the bottom of the ladder you go ... it's the world.  But for now ... you've got squad.  We will live for you.  We will kill for you.  We will die for you.  And you for us."

Lacy - "Who was your first kill ?"

Janine - "Coach Patterson."

Lacy - "He committed suicide."

Janine - "So they say and I did it for reasons and they were not my own.  Squad.  Rethinking your first kill now, little whore ?"

Lacy - A smile, "Fair enough."

Janice - "Most of us are graduating.  The rest are incompetent.  Next year you fill my shoes and the school is yours and I hope everyone want to be you.  Don't play with me pretty princess."  Pulls her knife.  "I'll do you right here and blow the judge.  Welcome to varsity squad, bitch."  Pockets it and walks.

...

Lacy - "She thinks I'm pretty."

~ two

~ three

 

Balloon Pop

~ five

~ six

It's my experience that nothing tears down an evil faster than itself in the presence of a good thing it can't destroy.

~ 'The Sin' by Franz von Stuck ~