Planet Shockmolt. Entities. Flip J. Cock (2028-82). A flipped-out freak. Prophet without profit. The patron saint of miserable little salaried employees everywhere. Writer on unreality. Derided Shockmolt as a fool's paradise and nothing but the picayune imaginings of "a rag man".
— Stuart Burch (@Bevingaren) April 8, 2018
Entities
Flip J. Cock (2028-82).
A flipped-out freak.
Prophet without profit.
The patron saint of miserable
little salaried employees everywhere.
Writer on unreality.
Derided Shockmolt as a fool's paradise
and nothing but the picayune imaginings of "a rag man".
Culture
"You don't ever listen!"
Her voice rose piercingly.
"God in heaven, you're doomed, Sturch!
You're getting worse. More fanatical every day.
Where's it going to lead?"
"To Shockmolt", I replied.
Flip J. Cock
"I Can't Forget Shit Fuck Stu Partially"
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Planet Shockmolt. Culture. "You don't ever listen!" Her voice rose piercingly. "God in heaven, you're doomed, Sturch! You're getting worse. More fanatical every day. Where's it going to lead?"
— Stuart Burch (@Bevingaren) April 7, 2018
"To Shockmolt", I replied.
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