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Monday, January 25, 2016

BAD ADVICE FROM A GOOD FELLA -- GREAT HANGOVER CURE!





 

A business partner once walked in to my office +

workspace + cockpit for the Mindship...and he said

to me: "LOOKS LIKE A MADMAN LIVES HERE!"

Well, I must have hired the same interior decorator

as five years ago. Because this place looks exactly

the same right now. And it's not even the

same place!

*

It looks like Beirut after a bad weekend

and everybody got bombed!

*



O.K. That's a bad joke, but it does look like

an anti-personnel device was tossed in through

my window. And I've been trying to clean this

place up. Everything I do just makes the rubble

worse.


GREAT HANGOVER CURE
_________________________

______________________

Fuck it! I'm going to have a drink - a fine

concoction I devised with cheap fortified wine,

half a liter  of ice, frozen in the bottle,

one lime, and just four or five

drops of Jamaican red pepper extract.

After a major swig of this plastic bottle,

your vision clears, your ass starts to burn,

your ears start to ring, and you'll have

to do some fast cross-field running to reach

the bathroom on time.


*

Bert used to say, "I've got a little something

I mixed up. It'll either cure you or kill you. I usually

give it to animals, but I think you need it."

*

Oh yeah, before you drink down the

whole bottle with one swig - it's best to eat

several cloves of raw garlic.

*

If this cure doesn't move you, you're

dead from the ass both ways!

*

If this is the case, my advice is to funnel

about 3 ounces of clear full strength white

Wray and Nephew Jamaican rum. Drink another

liter of the concoction with the 190 proof

white rum added... If this doesn't change

how you feel instantly or in at the most 15 minutes,

well then you don't live on this plane of

existence.

*

Or you're dead entirely and you just

don't know it.

*

I have just had my first half litre of this mix

and my eyes have cleared entirely. I'm sitting

straight up in my chair. My spine is erect.

And I'm starting to receive telepathic messages

from across the ocean.

*

I'm not saying the cure will do the

same thing for you exactly... you might implode

and find you have the consciousness of an ant.

But I doubt it.

*

I'm sitting down in my Captain's chair.

In the "Cockpit for the Mind Trip". I'm surveying

all my instruments. I have almost achieved takeoff

velocity, but I'm just going to sit and relax here.

This place still looks like a bomb went off,

but I don't give a shit.

*

It works! The hangover cure really works! This is an important bit of information, if people tend to visit you with bottles and drinks.


 
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Please note - this article repeats itself several times... Why?  I don't know.



 

A business partner once walked in to my office +

workspace + cockpit for the Mindship...and he said

to me: "LOOKS LIKE A MADMAN LIVES HERE!"

Well, I must have hired the same interior decorator

over the weekend. Because this place looks exactly

the same right now. And it's not even the

same place!

It looks like Beirut after a bad weekend

and everybody got bombed!



O.K. That's a bad joke, but it does look like

an anti-personelle (SP?) device was dropped through

the window. And I've been trying to clean this

place up. Everything I do just makes the rubble

worse.

Fuck it! I'm going to have a drink - a fine

concoction I devised with cheap fortified wine,

half a litre of ice, one lime, and just four or five

drops of Jamaican red pepper extract.

After a major swig of this plastic bottle,

your vision clears, your ass starts to burn,

your ears start to ring, and you'll have

to do some fast cross-field running to reach

the bathroom.

Bert used to say, "I've got a little something

I mixed up. It'll either cure you or kill you. I usually

give it to animals, but I think you need it."

Oh yeah, before you drink down the

whole bottle with one swig - it's best to eat

several cloves of raw garlic.

If this cure doesn't move you, you're

dead from the ass both ways.

If this is the case, my advice is to funnel

about 3 ounces of clear full strength white

Wray and Nephew Jamaican rum. Drink another

litre of the concotion with the 190 proof

white rum added... If this doesn't change

how you feel instantly or in at the most 15 minutes,

well then you don't live on this plane of

existence.

Or you're dead entirely and you just

don't know it.



I have just had my first half litre of this mix

and my eyes have cleared entirely. I'm sitting

straight up in my chair. My spine is erect.

And I'm starting to receive telepathic messages

from across the ocean.

I'm not saying the cure will do the

same thing for you exactly... you might implode

and find you have the consciousness of an ant.

But I doubt it.



I'm sitting down in my Captain's chair.

In the cockpit for the Mind Trip. I'm surveying

all my instruments. I have almost achieved takeoff

velocity, but I'm just going to sit and relax here.

This place still looks like a bomb went off,

but I don't give a shit.

It works!


 

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