Monday, August 17, 2020

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! The Joy of Watching silly Julia Child videos about the Joy of Cooking. An existential souffle-shaped miniature universe perspective. Would u prefer a hit of LSD?

 

     


I need a little refresher light-weight delectable tidbit on the joy of humor, funny media personalities and the Joy of amusement!

I realize I hate the mass murder of animals for food, however.....the humor is funny but the content is a bit sadistic. Oh well, I cannot watch anything on the media mainstream without having AT LEAST ONE comment about content that I disapprove of. 

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A song about veggies that never made a top chart



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He eats maggots! Loves 'em. I wonder what he uses to freshen his breath?



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I'm hungray!!! Feed me eggs.



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I ate a Walrus--no, you are the Egg man. I luv you Eggman! I want to look like a walrus when I grow up. Oh  Eggman Eggman will you marry me 4ever? And so she ate, and ate, until her husk grew and her snout became a walrus who married the Eggman. They lived happily ever after in rural USA today. This was brought to you by the Fox that also ate and stole the news~!

...and the carrot vegetable lover band, the raw meat redneck, the obese trailer park mama, and the rest formed an all-American association of freedom to eat whatever u want and all lived in harmony in the urban gentrification project doomed by HUD.
 
Call me "sillay" and I will call you Billy (goat). I do not eat goat's head soup so I am no carnivore. Sillay silly silly today. Happy to be silly and roam the woods of nonsense but all has a deeper cents in the carnivore categories of consumption.


 
 
IF the Beatles can assume such an existential cosmological comedy display, then I can consume the assumed joke and spit it out with the intention to form a new something to imbibe and ingest for the ants and bacteria associated with regeneration of inedible consumptive foods and existential means of procuring what to devour or not.

If you can cook that into some shape, then I cheerily exclaim like Julia Child, I dare say Bon Appetit!!




but, you may say, what IS existentialism?

"In the view of the existentialist, the individual's starting point is characterized by what has been called "the existential angst" (or, variably, existential attitude, dread, etc.), or a sense of disorientation, confusion, or anxiety in the face of an apparently meaningless or absurd world.[4]...
 
...each individual—not society or religion—is solely responsible for giving meaning to life and living it passionately and sincerely, or "authentically".[13][14]
 

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And the result of excessive coagulation of stress and foul pollutants has resulted in the last explosion of delectable undigested gestation:



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Spawned and cooked up nausea derived from eating a huge meal of pasta, which my body cannot digest without long bouts of sleep because my stomach is pressed up against toxic poison masses blocking digestion--I feel queasy and just want my old mind control drug diet back instead of having to figure out what slimy sloppy thing I can eat that is slippy and slides into my body without bloating me and making me ill. 

Just a hit please at a fun recreational outing with the hippies and yippies preferable to eating coq a vin with diesel poured into a vat of fat. Fried, double-dipped, coated with arcane sugar coating and served up as just deserts for deeds undone and not done.

A good LSD instead of food today would do the trick or treat!

But with a happy ending instead of the dreary scene in this video, and also no pregnancies or weddings or funerals or flying with the Land of Oz monkeys at the end. Just a happy trip into the Lucy in the Sky wonderland. Since I could not find any other video with an LSD scene (have not looked though):

cuz I love Hair (saw it on Broadway too)



I just want food that makes me fly high without a hangover of digestive disgust. A trip into the realm of the tripping fantastic will do instead of a meal cooked up by sadistic chefs killing innocent animals!!!

How I wish there were some kind of delicious food substitute that gave energy and power but wasn't derived from death, questionable sources and possible negative effects on the body--

Why LSD addicts prefer drugs to food:




A brave new world explained. Eat this.




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Heavily drugged in deep sleep mode, then raped by a big "strong" man with muscles, bound in macho rape culture bravado and all the exploit mentality, the poisons that I am continuously fighting to get out of my body, which his "friends" had injected pumped and poured into my food, my bladder, injected etc and he has made me feel absolutely exhausted and sick because once more, this group is having a man determined to get his free deals and awards and prizes by abusing and torturing mutilating and raping me,--and again, as this whorewood group knows because I have written of it for over 16 years--the rape while I am in deep sleep mode, or in any mode asleep or awake (now only while in deep sleep mode) pounds poison deeply into my body---yes, they all know, and they keep bringing some "gonna get the deal" the go-getter to rape me pounding poison into my body while I can't brace for it, threatening me and so ill from detox already the early part of the day before sleep, I could not fight back with screaming rage rushing and physically fighting to get them off me in any way I can, but usually they pin me down in deep sleep use brain-afflicting technology to force extreme sexual fake desire and then pound the poison in, hitting me all the while and I have no idea where I am, what is going on my entire body is suffused with drugs and poisons and mind control blasting into my brain to alter brainwaves into any state--hate, anger or fake lust which I try to stave off but he is hitting me punching me and abusing me endlesly--every day my life force energy is drained almost completely by this group, and Hardy in particular as he is determined and this group is urging him to get this deal by forcing himself on me with torture hate abuse death threats and rape--as they sit back smug and smirking as usual. I am (or was, I am writing this latler) very very sick all day--could not move, not do anything as usual all I plan every day is stopped by their endless attacks on my computer so i can't check on aqnything I need to do it requires hours while they yell abuse and threats at me---&...courtesy of mechanical arms operated by terrorists on one side of the wall inserting them through the flimsy particle board barrier between my room and next, disguised as being the interiors of wall-to-floor cabinets--huge protruding structures through which the mechanical arms can be inserted--just one portal the room is covered from floor to ceiling with holes and tiles, panels that are opened from the other side (I have heard the "click" of one of the panels being shut while I was in a lighter sleep state, and they had inserted a cockroach in the corner of the upper ceiling where the panel was opened. I then covered that wall with colored paper which they then splattered brown stains on so I had to put all kinds of cheap wall stickers to conceal the brown spots on the formerly beautiful pastel colored panels which should have appeared something like a color mosaic of sorts---) anyway---drugged excessively while in deep sleep, and then viciously raped. I was in a healing sleep state and could not fight any longer, as physical violence is a daily event with me fighting furiously to get more hateful users abusers off me, as they cling on as long as they can (50 years, 60 years, every moment of every day, week after week, day after day on and on non-stop rotation of people who had drugged me into a seminal near-semi-conscious waking state to be "Friended" with hostile enemies. They lurch at me now glaring with demand to be abused and accept the societal conditions they helped to formulate by destroying each and every single thing I have done to secure my life stability in any way possible they have all used the rigged system which is embedded with their agents to destroy all that I do. The "blame the victim" advocates for the perpetrator group are having a field day stating that I am weak and just blanketing up the inimical failure that I have personally allowed to happen, rather than this is a fixed system of non-stop sabotage which is protected from all scrutiny and transparency or reporting on all levels of society, pulling all levers.

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