DREAM OR NIGHTMARE. I woke up drenched in a cold sweat, I dreamed I was at THE MASKED IDIOTS BALL, where maniacal throngs of people were dancing all around me, wildly gyrating, bumping and pressing into me, animal grunting through their black masks, in a frenzied kind of dancing mania, and surrealistic delirium. And at center stage, in the middle of all of this undulating ecstasy, with a huge spotlight on her, with streams of colored smoke, swirling all around her, pranced the haughty, and naughty, and spellbinding Lady Gaga, flashing crotchshots, and throwing out Illuminati hand signs, to all her (zombie) fans, and strangely (or perhaps not so strangely) enough, the Wiley old MC there, was none other than Old Scratch himself, though he looked suspiciously like Billy Gates (in red-face) to me, wow, and he was shoveling boxes full of pre-loaded hypodermic needles to all his helpers, to dispense throughout this fantastic scene, while screaming in a bullhorn, above the roar of the crowd, take it, take it, take it, take this wonderful Big Pharma “medicine” so the Ball can continue on forever, and never end, and the World will be Saved. So the zombies dutifully did as they were instructed, but apparently the “miracle” medicine didn’t really work all that well, and other cheaper, and more effective medicines, that had been out there for years, worked as well, or even better, but hey, that really didn’t seem to matter that much to Old a Scratch, because he and his Big Pharma bros, were well on their way to pocketing a cool ONE HUNDRED BILLION DOLLARS. And speaking of pockets, when you’ve got the entire Govt, the entire MSM, and the entire Congress in your (Big Pharma’s) pocket, why then, you’ve really got something there, and you can pretty much do as you damn well please, you can invent Plandemics (causing massive fear and panic) then invent vaccines, then pocket $Billions, and do it over, and over, and over again, and the rubes will never catch on hahahaha and the beat goes on, and on, so just keep those masks on, and keep social distancing, and above all, and always remember this (cuz it’s for your own good) ALWAYS OBEY BIG BROTHER.
DREAM OR NIGHTMARE. I woke up drenched in a cold sweat, I dreamed I was at THE MASKED IDIOTS BALL, where maniacal throngs of people were dancing all around me, wildly gyrating, bumping and pressing into me, animal grunting through their black masks, in a frenzied kind of dancing mania, and surrealistic delirium. And at center stage, in the middle of all of this undulating ecstasy, with a huge spotlight on her, with streams of colored smoke, swirling all around her, pranced the haughty, and naughty, and spellbinding Lady Gaga, flashing crotchshots, and throwing out Illuminati hand signs, to all her (zombie) fans, and strangely (or perhaps not so strangely) enough, the Wiley old MC there, was none other than Old Scratch himself, though he looked suspiciously like Billy Gates (in red-face) to me, wow, and he was shoveling boxes full of pre-loaded hypodermic needles to all his helpers, to dispense throughout this fantastic scene, while screaming in a bullhorn, above the roar of the crowd, take it, take it, take it, take this wonderful Big Pharma “medicine” so the Ball can continue on forever, and never end, and the World will be Saved. So the zombies dutifully did as they were instructed, but apparently the “miracle” medicine didn’t really work all that well, and other cheaper, and more effective medicines, that had been out there for years, worked as well, or even better, but hey, that really didn’t seem to matter that much to Old a Scratch, because he and his Big Pharma bros, were well on their way to pocketing a cool ONE HUNDRED BILLION DOLLARS. And speaking of pockets, when you’ve got the entire Govt, the entire MSM, and the entire Congress in your (Big Pharma’s) pocket, why then, you’ve really got something there, and you can pretty much do as you damn well please, you can invent Plandemics (causing massive fear and panic) then invent vaccines, then pocket $Billions, and do it over, and over, and over again, and the rubes will never catch on hahahaha and the beat goes on, and on, so just keep those masks on, and keep social distancing, and above all, and always remember this (cuz it’s for your own good) ALWAYS OBEY BIG BROTHER.