Is Elon Musk Just A Tesla Twitter Joke ?

Well, that is the trillion $ zeitgeist question only the Pentagon or Pentagram can answer !

Although we may or may not differ significantly on each of the aforementioned pin or spin doctor points , we have known all the intricacies of earthly life , rendered incapable of disengaging ourselves completely from them without facing Death .

Thus , pragmatically , we are sentenced to elevating our unique and genuine art by associating it with the helpless spirit of the critical importance of seeking richness in poverty and beauty in simplicity or ugliness , turning the ever-so-present absence of splendor into a lower cruelty .

Adrift , carried away by carnal desires , knowing exactly how much display of eroticism is wanted by the highest standard of taste , let us rinse our enlightened , tight vagina shrines and obscured , loose torso shafts ceremonially as a symbolic act of purification before cumming into obscene contact with the two extremes of hedonism and self-mortification embraced secreted like Life lovers at Death ! Let the double-crossing , hateful penetrations carve deep marks in the healing career of a shallow fatalist ! Thus he might wish for some further-fucked but unearthly afterlife to never end .

We have attained true knowledge through all lust and attachment as the root of illusion , from which our perplexing and painful existence in flux stems , publicly bearing the metaphysical cross in private morality to undergo spiritual discipline . Ultimately succumbed to pure despair , we have dug out the interred fauna and flora of the night as the true serpents of the light frequenting hard the sacred tombs only to nauseate like hateful demons after a sorry love series of archangelic rape .

The screwed world , full of broken dreams and promises , kneels bad luck constellation-glued on the first brink of mass destruction , welcoming the appalling darkness that is to engulf what we nightmare as innocent civilization directing us in their righteous quest to create the greatest inevitable end for us enveloped as the last message of guilt to be sent out majestically into oblivious space and time or merely buried underneath the tragedy-soaked soil of honor .

Numbing our ego-centered minds from the truth , satiated , we have finally deciphered the lie behind the very beginning masterfully scripted by whatever soulful is left of our miserably pathetic carcass to enslave , for they have cut out the hearts of our unbelievers .

The black seas boil and the crimson skies fall . Only does light rise as the cultivated , sophisticated , unholy monsters who mundanely rule us are taught a rough but refined lesson in the poetic ideal use of power wielded by existential loneliness , massacring both reciprocal good and evil amid the sickening ass of nature under cosmic applause that attempts to revitalize the aching concept by injecting it with ample compassion and humanism .

The heroic epic narrows down . Tirelessly researched and semi-creatively, semi-destructively plagiarized , eloquently penned , and lavishly illustrated with stunning mental video poetry exploring extremes of both light and dark sanctimoniously .

So, FFS, did AI E Lone Must resign as the CEO of Twitter or not, God-damn-IT, or what ? You heard me, you know what I mean, I am not speaking in riddles, Boss !

Though I am neither Artificial Intelligence (AI - for those who do not know, lol) nor Female Body Inspector (FBI, for those who do know, no lol), the local community in the wilderness, go figure, opines, EXPLICITLY, I may qualify for the Twat position. Let them put it covertly, this holier-than-thou reader/writer/crazie needs a job, he needs a monthly income, however modest. WHO DOES NOT LOVE TO SUCK HARD ON TITTER BIG TIME ANYWAY ? ELON ? ELON ? ELON ? Apparently, third time´s not a charm, God-damn-IT !

Do not accuse me of being too little of an Orwellian, I am the greatest animal around, and, no, this is not a farm, I wish it were, I would be fine, meaning I am not !

Bu bu but you, my dearest Substack readers, already know.

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2023 A.D. Jungle bound, happier, more hopeful than ever, I type, one-armed, amidst constant blackouts, with the slowest internet connection on Earth, on my sporadically working 15 year-old computer, only to be heard on Substack, big deal. This may be not a sorry scene, after all.

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