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PLANET DUMP: REPORT TWO

If you do not know Planet Dump, just imagine Planet Earth. Planet Dump looks like a country named Brazil in the year 2018. That's right. We don't even have flying cars. But I can't complain because my job at the National Undead Letter Office (or NULO) pays for a couple of shots of Moonbrine after work. Moonbrine (or simply Moo) is brown and not unlike the most lethal whisky ever. There are worse places than Planet Dump. More about those awful planets later. Maybe. It's not like I need more depressing news. We are not allowed to drink Moo at work because it could lead to dancing.

REALITY IS NOT A VERY CLOSE FRIEND OF MINE

IF ANTIFASCIST FASCISM DOES NOT KILL YOU FASCIST FASCISM WILL AND NEITHER WILL EVER ADMIT THEIR OVERSEXED MISTAKE

YOU ARE LAUGHING AT BAD JOKES TO SURVIVE INTERNET DOWNTIME

YOUR LACK OF HUMOR IS THE BIGGEST JOKE

WE WERE SURPRISED TO FIND THAT THE BISEXUAL GUY WAS A TRIPLE AGENT

AND THE BLACK DRAG QUEEN SAID: I'M MARTINA BIANCA, BITCH!

YOUR BOOK IS SO BORING IT COULD BE A HOLY TEXT

WE STAND WITH ISRAEL NOT JOKING HERE

YOUR ART IS SO BORING IT WILL BE MANDATORY CONTENT IN ART HISTORY BOOKS

SHE USES DRUGS TO BE ABLE TO SIT STILL AND LISTEN TO MUSIC FOR MORE THAN TEN MINUTES

THE SIGNATURE IS THE MESSAGE

GET THAT PEN OUT

THE SIGNATURE IS THE MESSAGE SO GET THAT PEN OUT

WELCOME TO RIO HERE IS YOUR BULLETPROOF VEST

ESTUDE PRA CARALHO

I THINK I GAVE THAT BOOK TO A LIBRARY OR A FRIEND OR A SPACESHIP JANITOR PASSING THROUGH

TO SEE

I mean I must be doing this WRITINGDRAWING stuff in four books at the same time and this means it will get even more fragmented and it will surely make things harder to assemble should we ever find some use to these observations. WHEN IN DOUBT JUST GO AHEAD AND DRAW OR PAINT SOMETHING THAT COULD BE CALLED A PHALLIC SYMBOL OR JUST A PLAIN HARD COCK OR DILDO and there were thin transparent gelatin sheets flying between me and the grey clouds my eyes must be too fantastic now the cars seem to be sleeping somewhere else there is no sign of people except a couple of guys I'm not even sure exist outside my mind and there is something glorious about the multitude of greys in the sky and maybe they are secretly laughing about me the bastards but I'm too high to care or even laugh there's so much TO SEE.

RIGHT NOW

Two glasses of tea. Even the insomniac are asleep I guess. Went out for a walk. Surprised it was daylight already. Told a girl the other night that her nose looked like the nose of some guitar player. I did NOT have some sexual idea about her. OK. She was beautiful but I DID NOT REALLY wanted to fuck then and DON'T WANT to fuck her now. But that does not mean I MEAN THAT DON'T MEAN SHIT 'CAUSE I PROBABLY SCARED THE POOR FUCKER SO SHE KISSED HER FRIEND AND LOOKED LIKE SHE WAS TRYING TO CONVINCE ME HE WAS HER BOYFRIEND BUT FUCK IT ALL THEY ALL LOOKED LIKE SCARED ASEXUAL KIDS AND I AM SORRY IF THEY WERE SCARED BY MY TRYING TO CHAT BUT I'M ALSO NOT VERY MUCH SORRY NO WAY FUCK THIS SHIT FUCK THIS PARANOIA IT'S OK IF THEY ARE ASEXUAL BUT THEIR PARANOIA IS A BIT TOO MUCH AND SO I AM LIKE A LOT OF PRETTY TOUCHY EMOTIONAL IDIOTS OUT THERE WE NEED SOME EFFECTIVE AND I MEAN REALLY EFFECTIVE THERAPY TO STOP BEING SUCH BIG CLOSET EGOMANIACS and what else can I say at least I think MY therapy is working you think I'M an asshole you should have seen me two years ago or your face in the mirror RIGHT NOW.