the timboucher experience

According to a scientific study published yesterday in USA Today, scientists estimate that there are as many as 100,000 undiscovered corpses sitting and watching television in their living rooms in the United States at any given moment. Of those, fully 30% are thought to have died over a year ago, while the remaining 65% died within the past month. And the last 5% are over a decade dead.

“A sleeping bag is a tortilla for a human.”

I don’t believe in the United States. I know it doesn’t exist. I know we all live in Communist China. Even if you live in Finland. Even if you drive a Volkswagen. Even if your brother’s name is Mark and your mother’s name is Mary. I know you and I know where you live and I am watching you. We are all watching you on YouTube right this moment and laughing at you. We know what you did last summer. We were there when you killed her by the swimming pool. We saw you shake hands with the drug dealer last night. We saw you shake more than hands. Pablo Neruda wouldn’t stand for this. You shouldn’t either. You should be shaking off the shackles of your love, dancing in the aisles of supermarkets in Crescent City. Leave your baggage behind. Spot the fake advertisements. I am on your lovelist. I am closing in on you. 559/66

Belladonna is one of the most toxic plants found in the Western hemisphere. Children have been poisoned by eating as few as three berries. Ingestion of a leaf of the Belladonna can be fatal to an adult. The root of the plant is generally the most toxic part, though this can vary from one specimen to another.

“A severed foot is the ultimate stocking stuffer.”

The new Kia Rondo, now with Precision Steerology. Watch how fast the AI is copying me. Or am I copying the AI? Or am I the I in AI? Watch how they use the New Age/Hippy Age of Aquarius song. Surely, this advertisement is a nod by the capitalist honchos at the CIA banking agency in the direction of my website. Can you say that the universe is not exploding within the fractal of a million hypersexes?

You get out what you put in. Vladimir Putin. Joan of Arcadia. Going to California/Carolina/Georgia in/on my mind. Sun moon union. Summonunion. Just above Lake Union where we ate fried salmon on the Last Day. The red lion wavewatches over the lioncitymoon tonight. Cheshire Cat smiling over my lifeline. I saw a cross-eyed mother talking to an old lady and she kept saying about her child, “He’s a good baby.” Because, you know, the path to a healthy pregnancy starts in the bread aisle.

Her name is Valerie Filcher. She is getting closer every day. (RBB) Do you think your 17th century addictive brain can handle this?

The name belladonna originates from the historic use by women (Bella Donna is Italian for beautiful lady) to dilate their pupils; an extract of belladonna was used as eye drops as part of their makeup preparations. The Belladonna toxin’s atropine content had the effect of dilating the pupil, thus making their eyes supposedly more attractive. It is now known that atropine has anticholinergic activity - by blocking the ability of the iris to constrict, mydriasis results. Dilated pupils are considered more attractive (especially with females) because pupils normally dilate when a person is aroused, thus making eye contact much more intense than it already is. It had the adverse effect of making their vision a little blurry and making their heart rates increase. Prolonged usage was reputed to cause blindness.

“I used to do drugs. I still do drugs. But I used to, too.”

This one is going deep. You got to learn the finger(l)ings for these notes. You have to make sure the keypads don’t leak or all you’re going to hear is a horrible awful squawk. You have probably heard it before. Everybody’s Nuts, Pistachios. This vehicle is powered by Iraqi blood. 1800 old carsmobiles. Tracy Graves drew a diagram of Bruce Nethercutt. I helped her find her inner Rondo. Spring comes early to Calcutta. Consider if you will how they use demoted demonic entities which no one believes in anymore as corporate sponsors designed to get inside the brandedBraindead minds of kids and rot their teethOut with junkPowder drinksniffing whores:

Senior U.S. officials in Washington and Moscow tried to allay Russian concerns about planned antimissile facilities in Eastern Europe, but they also issued a firm message: NATO would not be cowed or deterred from continuing to enlarge to the east.

“Russia has to understand that NATO is not directed against Russia but is a force for peace and security,” Undersecretary of State Nicholas Burns said Thursday in Washington, according to The Associated Press.

But while emphasizing that the United States cooperated in important areas with Moscow, Burns added pointedly that “NATO will continue to exist; NATO will continue to grow.” He spoke before the Atlantic Council.

What the fuck is this? Star Trek? Fuck the Atlantic Council. Where the fuck is Captain Picard when we need him? When are we going to WarAgain with the Soviette (f)Union?

“I would imagine that if you could understand Morse code, a tap dancer would drive you crazy.”

The Rose of Sharon. The Rows of Charon. The White Child running towards Me™. The mother lookabout. The gaping jaws of LoveDeath. Horses embedded in the pavement. Indian culture will quickly overtake American as American culture vividly and rapidly devolves into meaningless keyword clusters. The keyword hijacking of American culture. The spammers running donkeyheads in the background. The achieve and beachy True Happiness® The loveletters where you underlined every single word. Remember: there is no more bastardized art form today than poetry (URDKpsstFwU). Centaur Center Cemetery Century.

A million different sexes to increase the human race into space. Mobilization on the move. Having sex with language. White followers of the DarkkLord. “There’s something so wonderful about watching Bob put on the white makeup.”

“I’m a heroine addict. I need to have sex with women who have saved someone’s life.”

The only thing useful about the Apocalypse fantasy is that it can teach you to think about your friends in a new way. If the world (and by “the world” I mean “society”) ended tomorrow, who would you take with you? I’m not saying who do you love in the old-fashioned sense of the word, because that sense of the word is all but dead. I’m talking about who could you rely on? Isn’t Reliability (Renault) more important than Love (Pepsi Liberty Passport Foundation)? Which of your friends would you want with you if you needed to hold up a bank? Which of your friends would you want getting your back on the battlefield? Who would you kick out of your tribe for being a miserable leech sonofabitch with nothing to add? He is the lone wolf. He will be ostracized and killed.

The Prisoners were outnumbered by the press. Nail clippers, toothpaste and detox tea. Don’t lift the day shift. News segments used to be written with some flair, “traveling with the secrecy of the D-Day invasion and the security of a mafia summit.” Drugs are my anti-drug. You can never leave withour leaving a piece of you behind. How can we go on with suspicious minds? How can we use Primatine Mist to our advantage? The consecration of our snowflakes. Keak Da Sneak leading the vanguard of the new language game ebonic generation of Black Samson to program both black and white culture as to their respective racial identities. Watch how the beginning of this video consists exclusively of a language lesson and the entire hyphy subculture is founded on West Coast Bay Area language games. The only way to create, protect and finally sell-out a subculture is through the creation of a secret language, hidden hand signals and the like. Freemasons hard at work to build you a free bungalo in your backyard where your landlord can sleep and sculpt pots as he divorces his bitchwife.

“I don’t have a girlfriend. I just know a girl who would be really mad if she heard me say that.”

Today I sta[r]ted a gmail account to start openly communicating with spam.

spam.for.maps@gmail.com

I realized that spam backwards spells maps. Here is one of the responses I sent out:

i am hyperlinked,
an onlick - for you I will submit.

If my life were an instrument, an architecture
of binary

your one plus my zero
digitally fucking master slave cables

cat5 scanning the inner pre process of labels
we would and ever remain in various states of undress

and declare a victory
over and on top of the
wild card of juliard
dancing vibrato
full throttle

this joystick turned
googled earth.

Which opens us up to
mapquest.

In open defiance of the United Nations, Iran is steadily expanding — rather than freezing — its efforts to enrich uranium, the International Atomic Energy Agency reported Thursday. The findings have prompted the Bush Administration to press for more-severe sanctions against Iran, at a moment of greatly increased tensions between Washington and Tehran.

In a mild surprise to outside experts, the nuclear agency reported that Iran was now operating, or was about to switch on, roughly 1,000 centrifuges, the high-speed devices that enrich uranium, at its main nuclear facility at Natanz.

Iran, why aren’t you freezing in your centrifuges? Iran, why don’t you want to buy our bombproducts? Iran, we heard you have a beautiful resorrtt town called Natanz Netzach. Iran, can you see my emoticorns from where you are standing? They are white trash. Iran, do you like Harry Potter? Iran, do you like the band Genesis or do you just hate the Bible and US? Iran, I dub thee “overdubbed.” I am your Selkie Bride, Iran. I told Frank Black to knock it off, Iran. Iran, I sent Max Factor to your house to kill you with cosmetics. Iran, are you still alive my love? I didn’t mean to hurt you, Iran. Iran, oh come on Irene. Oh, I ran so far away.

Iran, my loveless LiveMotion adrenal glands, stressed to the max over your latest atomic developments. Iran, why won’t you stave off our war with your IronLionLove? Iran, I want you in my hands with your face up, waiting for the siren’s call™. Iran, I dub you the New Atlantis. Iran, I can see you’re controlled by a rival group of Freemasons. Oh Iran, don’t be brandedBraindead like all the sexyrest of them. The Soviettes will come to help you. Bollywood will offer you its arms. China might overtake us one day, but we’ll all learn to get along. Iran, I know you sent us Robert Anton Wilson. I know you called him home. Oh Iran, I know you know he was a Scientologist - a Freezoner for sure, but a Scientologist all the way to Baghdad. Or whatever the capital of your lovely crazy country is. We’ll find out soon enough, won’t we Iran? Won’t we lock lovelips with the tips of our smartbombs poised over your Islamotits? Oh Iran, be my computerator tonight. Oh Iran, oh Calgon, take me away. Show me the way to morning dreamdrops of peace and paradisical tranquility.

Makeup is designed to make women feel like they are living inside a soap opera belladonna bubble dream of aroused emotions and flushed faces with lipsticks on for snacking. Where is my micro? Somebody get me some micro? I want to touch the world all over again.

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