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…an unusual and tough group of 150 Ukrainian women who call themselves “Asgarda.” These women live in the Carpathian Mountains and follow a rigorous routine of fighting and boxing, often with medieval weaponry.
and my fighter jet is disabled, flying home from a top secret mission and I have to ditch over said mountians. Barely alive the Asgarda band finds me and nurses me back to health… just so they can kick the holy living shit out of me for the rest of my days. I die a crippled yet happy father of 713 children at the age of 68.
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Who’s there?
the bushy oracle whispered truths so delicate and strange that I began to became lucid. I discovered that what I had previously thought to be Me, was actually the immortal eye of God.
well actually I made that up.
The giggling girls vadge just told me a dirty knock knock joke, which didn’t even make any sense. Of course I tried to make sense of it. Its all a great metaphor for my life. Trying to make sense of a dumb knock knock joke when I should be fucking.
Knock Knock
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its quiet and intimate
Sunday afternoon sun
interwoven rhythms hum and ungulate
slomotion rolling out of the dark wood paneling
Rick enters, cell phone in hand.
“Yeah… the uh livingroom is a fucking mess dude.
There is a 11th dimension, and its all over the sofa…
I don’t know if its conscious or sentient or what the fuck, but its gotta go elsewhere. NOW! My wife is gonna freak if this shit is still here when she comes home.”
in a uncertain world & dimension one thing is a constant…Rick.
and he is a fucking bummer.
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