Dispatches from the Asylum

As the gray hairs on ones’ head multiples, it becomes far easier to see shitfuckery for what it is. The shit offered up by demons,

Shitfuckery of the masses never takes a holiday. Every opportunity to ream a toxic sludge of sheep shit into the masses’ arseholes is pounced upon

Remember when the world wasn’t entirely run by dickheads?  Neither do we. An avalanche of rancid farts dressed in expensive, yet ill-fitted and tasteless carb,

Inquiring minds are mostly limited in this age of the non-thinking fool. The masses have bought whatever shitfuckery that has been spelled out to them

Deadly levels of apathy inflict the masses. Professional criminals in government offices throw out their fish dung and the unwashed fill their gills each day.