Freak power motherfuckers

Imagine if Hunter or Jello had won:

What could they have really done?

Freak power, motherfuckers! Don't bogart the Jimson weed:

The world's turned out more fucked up than either did forsee.

The several disrespects of Carlton Wuck / Luckton Carr effects residual saviour: Part One

Carlton Wuck

Took for his sustenance bat faeces and the residue of wet dreams

Neither hermit nor hobbit

He existed in tarclammed paper strewn and stewing behind a disused garage

And that is the first disrespect of Carlton Wuck.

Carlton Wuck

Hid himself and his frame behind a chimney stack fallen from a disused scout hut

Randy, ratty and ragged

He masturbated as he watched the stompy joy and angry happiness of a protest march pass him by

And that is the second disrespect of Carlton Wuck.

Luckton Carr effects despond; says that this fast and

Flying gas-mark, grotesque roach of angriness happily stands: Boy, grumbly; her wrathfully. That they, fatedly

Buggered and grotty, shady

Twot-fought; abused aplomb more than Brahimly. A reminder came: this, in itself, fed

Luckton Carr.

Luckton Carr effects this worst: the instant and

Ravaged, misused and maligned, accruing later bardamned in twistedly-

Shod, bitter, permittedly-

seamless lassisitude. Our man’s reasons can’t countenance this formbook:

Luckton Carr.

Logic

1. We have nothing. We are frustrated. Nobody listens to us.

2. It is not your fault.

1. Ah. That's good to know. So whose fault is it?

2. Theirs.

1. Theirs? Not yours?

2. No, don't be silly. How could you even think of asking that? It's Theirs. Look at them. They look different. They speak differently. Look at them. They are the ones. They did it all.

1. Did what, exactly?

2. It. It was them, it will be them and it always has been them. The future is at risk.

1. Yes. I see it. They must not come in.

2. Yes because They want/want to destroy what is Ours.

1. Yes. Yes! Stop them! How can we stop them?

2. You need to vote out. Then They can't tell you what to do any more.

1. Yes! Yes! Out! Out! Democracy!

2. Yes.

1. Are you absolutely sure it's not just, you know, a little bit, sort of, your fault?

2. No, don't be silly. How could you even think of asking that? It's Theirs. Look at them. They look different. They speak differently. Look at them. They are the ones. They did it all. You voted out. Democracy! They want/want to destroy what is Ours.

1. Yes! Out means out! Ours is ours! They want/want to destroy what is Ours! They want to take our jobs/cheat our benefits system! Out! Out! Out!

2. That's it. Democracy! The people have spoken.