Don't worry, I'm not done pissin' and moanin' yet about all kinds of shit from my own shit files. But I like these little art breaks. This one will give me a little break from all the shit surrounding that "Flyman" video I put up the other day. That's right, don't talk to me about "Flyman". Come to think of it, don't talk to me about flies. I hate flies. Flies eat shit. If you see a fly outside on a hot summer day, for example, you can bet your sweet ass that it just came off a hot turd somewhere. So don't talk to me about flies. And a Flyman is even worse. I let that one use my little video studio here because I felt sorry for him. Poor bastard.
And don't ask me if this is what gravity looks like. How the hell should I know what gravity looks like? Why would I care what gravity looks like? I'm more concerned about what gravity does than what it looks like. In fact, thanks to gravity, I fall down somewhere at least once a week. Usually in front of other people. Jeezus, if you ask me, I think that's what gravity is for. To humiliate you in public. Whenever it's not making you fall on your ass in private. So don't talk to me about gravity. Unless you want to discuss the idea of using gravity as a propellant.
What do I mean "as a propellant"? Just ask any Gray. That's right, one of those goddamn black-almond-eyed bubble-headed alien bastards that Hollywood movie makers try to sell to us as cute little, harmless friends from outer space. What lying-ass shit. Fuck Hollywood. Goddamn Judas bastards. And fuck the Grays. If you want enemies, I give you the fucking Grays or any other bunch of fucking E.B.E.s. On the other hand, if you want to know all you can know about using gravity as a propellant, just ask a goddamn Gray. They're everywhere. If you can just train your eyes to see them.
Ha! Maybe then you'll be able to see gravity, too. Then you can ask one of those fucking Gray Mengele ass-reamers why they abduct children and do sick, unconscionable, unforgivable things to them. And if you can still stomach their evil, stinking presence after you hear that shit, maybe they'll tell you about Element 115. That's the "propeller" you use when you harness gravity as a "propellant".
And I'll bet you fuckers thought the only thing I knew how to do was to piss and moan. And, no, I didn't learn about gravity from any fucking Gray. The only thing I learned from them was how to scream. The Grays know that it's in their best goddamn interests to steer clear of me because I will fucking kill them if they even think about fucking with me anymore.
And fuck Eisenhower and all the pussy perverts in the U.S. Government who thought they had a right to turn me over to the fucking goddamn Grays in the 1950s and 1960s. Your cosmic law judgment day is just around the corner and you damn well deserve it and there is no escape. The living cosmos will take you out and I want to watch.
That's right. I'm not a terrified nine-year-old boy anymore with the strength of a fly to fight off the Grays and the perverted human beings who helped them. I'm a grown man now with the will and the means to send their iniquitous Gray asses to fucking Kingdom Come. And here some of you fucking rat bastards in the United Arab Emirates and in certain places of the U.S. thought I was just some old chickenshit pussy. A lot you know.
