Mr. Cory Sinsour Mortidor could never set his iris-soul on his youngest son Jork Jr., namly ‘June’ as pertaining to the grim and ill-welcomed presence of the late Mr. Jork Succler Mortidor Sr. (his appearance also jabbed the spheresockets of Mr. Cory) who for eons lay rotting in a parlous living grave sand-castled out of a dimly lit 3rd story sickbed, a room stenching of vomit-drenched rags and uncleaned diapers, reeking of his Grandson’s uncanny resemblance to the feverish neurosis of the oldman installment which functioning as a medical statue for the hands of shaking pissy students to take notes on has taken on cyber mythological relevance via ancient memology c. 2028. Jork having inherited the rare extreme osteoporosis his Grandfather had succumbed to, genetically hopscotching generations, leaving Mr. Cory with little to no side-effect mutations (save a bald spot on his face), exhibited a fateful misfortune so ugly and eyesore, so deepfried,...

  CaseFileA0002989:THE_EVERYMAN … An ever shifting man is of the most extreme cases, cursed to, in an excruciatingly painful manner, transfigurate taking on a new physical identity somehow glitched and intertwined with a database of human facial/corporal recognition software, and forever resourceful, sourcing past and present “looks” and genetic potentialities, he has been nicknamed “The Everyman”. Cosmetology experts have purchased the monstrosity for xorbitant sums for purposes unbeknownst to the public eye, though rumor has it some of the less ethically charged fashion icons see runway potential, with the use of digitized augmentation to change outfits as the model shapeshifts. Doses of Fentanyl-based solution are administered via oxygen containers surgically implanted into the lungs which seem to show the lowest rate of extreme characteristic change. This has yet to be co-opted and aestheticized as trend.

  CaseFile0900003:THE_ANGEL_OF_DEATH(redacted) … Another particularly morbid case wherein the consciousness of megacancer patient Ceceilor Druggo was under a fairly uncomplicated neuroinformatic operation and when subjected to the pain of death was somehow snagged in a glitched immortalized exactitude. The moment of life fluttering from the body was experienced again and again ad infinitum thus making euthanizing the consciousness an incredibly complicated matter. Many have deified her as some saintly Angel of Death thought to reside over the souls of those as they pass, others just mock her yelping. She of course has been subjected to the mummified meme-encrusted underbelly of post-post-modern humorists and writers. Lo-budget trash daytime serials have starred her as a stand-in for murder victims - which could’ve been a prosperous career-path solution if Mortidor and Co. hadn’t sued the production company out, assfucking them on copyright infringement claims per some pseudo-intell...

  CaseFile0355653:status:reopened:CACTUS_JESUS … A case involving a youth subject in the earlier stages of developmental psychotic meltdown which usually ensues with these types of psychospiritual scandals cannot heretofore be outlined in full detail, however some things are unclearly certain. A boy has claimed to be Jesus’ third coming and DNA strands when tested lead to another subject who shares in, as has been reportedly anthro-historically cross-referenced, the DNA fossilized hitherto erected (also meme-encrusted) Jesus Cacti. A plant-infused specimen, mostly without organs and filled almost completely with semen and mucus, arms forever stiffened into a crucifix poze, a tourist destination in Bangalore. An Indian remnant, one of the 13 wonders of the world seems to share a distant dendrophilic history with this patient. However, as before mentioned the details are extremely hazy on this one.  

 

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II . ECCO! The basement has caved in on me. I am dying or dead already. The castle is constantly collapsing: a gargoyle gurgles sushi then gorges it into the crust of the earth some land bought out by business associates trading at a premium discount to the stuffed Smiling Buddha plushie CEO a prophet who campaigns on the policy of population control by taxidermy helium style so they float into the stratosphere and get this poetic type funeral it’s novel and people will bite if they think they get to see granny floating up to heaven ah maybe we can deal with the rat monied mafia types first they have these hearing aids like on their ears they get these bitches all decked out with cockroach jewelry on some toxic drip and next thing they know the angry mob hanged em by their spines in a symbolic gesture to form an alliance with global manwhore communities who seek to provide investment results that correspond generally with their killcount _ the charts often resemble the shapliness of ...

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I. #SLIPNONAUGHTIC Godhead knows of twenty tongues on her lungs_ the cancers of style_ Godhead of industrial smack addiction_ Her ghostwhores crawling the wireless systems through the vascular balls of Godhead on manhead on face on masked bellyboy bloated with the name Earthworm James_ sun of a gunhead; Godhead knows one thing and one thing only and that one thing is losing control and fucking stenchridden cameltoe tipping genuflecton over isles on rows on frozen deserts of prayers sent for gun violence victims given to the monstrous mouth in the sky the mountains all fanaged domestic terrorism in the melting desert of heaving birthgivers humping corrupted files all scattered over the whole fucking place splattering shiteating serial killer grins stretching infinite wallpaper_ here are the twenty tongue shaped fingers on your heart; they will knot together creating a forest of hard drives diseasing farmfactory economies of inter-marital beastiality from yesterdays capitalcore morning n...

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