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"Your Netflix Queue will outlast the vicissitudes of History," is the promise made today by Netflix which it's now building a vast underground city outside time, to keep.
 
  Despite Fall of Civilization
Netflix Will Retain Your Queue Descendants Can Pick Up Right Where You Left Off The Netflix online DVD rental and video streaming company attempted to comfort its subscribers today with the announcement that despite the coming fall of human civilization, Netflix WILL retain your DVD queue, intact, NO MATTER WHAT, until such time as human civilization is restored, and there is, you know, some kinda' Renaissance-y thing, or whatever.

"We have constructed a small city underground," a Netflix spokesperson said, "all running on underground geothermal power, with underground hydroponic vegetable gardens, underground springs, hospitals, massive mainframes and enough back up and spare parts to last hundreds of thousands of years if necessary.

"This underground city," he continued, "will be inhabited entirely by workers and managers dedicated to retaining not only your entire DVD queue but also your instant viewing queue, your rental and viewing histories, and your DVD ratings EXACTLY as you left them when civilization ceased on 12.21.12."

Netlix expressed its hope that the coming fall of civilization would end within a few short decades, but promised that they are in it for the long haul, "so that even if you and your children and their children and their children's visibly mutated children never see even the first glimpse of civilization reborn, and even if it's not until your children's children's children's children's children's violently mutated children's children, that something resembling a digital infrastructure is restored along with the concept of story and the medium of music, even then, your Netflix queue will still be there waiting, so the new humans that inhabit the new world, will immediately be able to kick back and watch what their great- great- great- great- great- great- great- grandparents thought was cool, before the fall. And for only 9.95 Zorgons per month."

EARTH = WASTE MY TIME!

Now that human nature has turned Earth into a total piece of shit, aliens are rightfully pissed over the eons they've wasted preparing their now cancelled invasion of us.
 
  Aliens Call Off Invasion Of
Worthless Piece Of Shit Earth Global Economic Collapse SAVES THE WORLD! A spokesman for the Union of Outer Space Aliens told reporters today that his group is calling off its long-planned and much anticipated invasion of the planet we call Earth and they call Britney.

"After centuries of preparation and millennia of hype," he said, "we are, sadly, calling off our invasion of Britney because the filthy rich planet we thought we were gonna get turns out to be in hock up to its eyebrows."

Conquest of Earth would have stuck the United Aliens not only with an endless money-pit of a planet, he admitted, but also with a planet that was now multiversally seen as totally uncool.

"A couplea millennia ago," he said, "all us aliens were like, 'Oooh, the Earth. They're sooo cool!' And everybody wanted to invade the shit out of you. But today we know Earth isn't the Beatles. -- It's the Monkees!"

"Of course," the alien spokesperson went on, "without the Earth to invade anymore, the lives of outer space aliens are now emptier than ever and we are pretty much stuck in the timeless old alien rut of video sex-war."

"We used to have so much fun," he smiled, "sending bogus signals to earth's satellites and telescopes, so their astronomers and cosmologists actually believed there's a whole fucking 'expanding universe' out here -- of planets and suns in universes of galaxies and super novae and black holes and quasars and gravity and matter and mass and Higgs bosons and blah blah blah in infinite parallel multi-metaverses of whatever."

"But in reality," he confessed, "there's just your moon and us aliens -- who wanted nothing but your destruction -- until you showed us how worthless you are."

NO MO' JO'

Starbucks unexpectedly called it quits today, leaving millions of customers high and dry without millions of convenient locations to go get conveniently ripped off at.
 
  Starbucks Folds! Millions Suddenly
Unable To Speak, Think, Or Feel Trite Zombie Films Now Tru-Life Documentaries Like the body is constantly expelling things (e.g. sweat, urine, dreams), civilization today expelled the Starbucks chain of coffee shops.

Starbucks was best known for my never having ever gone into one, despite the fact that (or because of the fact that) nearly everyone else on earth had. Unfortunately all those people, with the sudden disappearance of Starbucks, are now reduced back to being the unthinking, unspeaking unfeeling, zombies they were before Starbucks first opened its doors 30 years ago.

Already, many can be seen pacing in circles in parking lots, dragging their now useless laptops across the gravel behind them on leashes like dogs, and otherwise rerunning the tired tropes of every tired zombie film -- from the DIY zombie films of antiquity, to the cloying zombie films of today.

Earlier in the week, the now dead coffee shop chain attempted to not die by purchasing the failing Bank of America money blowing chain with the intention of using its former ATM locations as convenient dispensers for cheap instant coffee to help keep marauding bands of marauders moving on to the next county, not stopping in ours to exterminate us and ravage our orange tree.

Following the Starbucks announcement that they were not only NOT buying Bank of America, but also folding, World Government 2.61 announced it would purchase all the 100 million former Starbucks locations to be used "as convenient Euthanasia centers, because death is clearly the only thing left that we can still reliably do for the people."

STIMULUS PACKAGE UNVEILED

With no economy left to stimulate, World Government 4.2 will now turn to directly stimulating the so-called people -- you know, where they so-called "live".
 
  Ron Jeremy Appointed Sec-
Retary of Stimulus Packages Swears Universal Free Dildoes Will Work! Having failed 19 times to stimulate the economy so now there is no economy left, World Government 4.2 has finally decided to seek professional help.

It's appointed beloved aging porn star Ron Jeremy to be Secretary of Stimulus Packages -- a cabinet post created just for him, in the hopes that he can work his porno magic on the ailing economy through maybe, you know, some kinda back door thing, or wherever.

Looking a little obviously wasted from obviously all that constant porno sex, Jeremy spoke before a joint session of World Congress 6.3 and immediately put forward his bold new stimulus package: poison-tipped, brightly colored translucent dildoes.

"Poison-tipped, brightly-colored translucent dildoes distributed to every man woman and child on earth free of charge at a deeply discounted cost of 1.3 trillion dollars to World Government 4.2," he told world Congress 6.3, "will allow the people of the earth to now look the end of the world straight in the eye with their anuses and say, Up Yours, end of the world."

"Because," he continued, "by sticking these dildoes deep up their asses and dying with big sick smiles on their faces, the people of the earth will be literally telling the end of the world that they're still in control of their own lives and that the end of the world, no matter how many cataclysms and catastrophes and apocalypses it throws at them, can't have their immortal souls.

"And," he concluded, "you can take it from me, aging porn star Ron Jeremy -- I have never seen a dildo fail -- and so I can promise you, we will all die with our human dignity intact -- regardless of whether or not the end of the world even gives a shit."       NOBEL PRIZE FOR BEST RECIPE FOR DIRT AWARDED:     Amidst the usual charges of being totally political and being totally rigged, this year's Nobel Prize for Best Recipe for Dirt has been awarded to Andy-Warhol-Impersonator, Brandy Warhol...       The Nobel Prize for Best Recipe for Dirt, especially in these difficult times of global economic collapse and total societal meltdown, has come to be even more cherished than the Nobel Prize for Peace -- because, without tasty ways to eat dirt, there could be no peace -- not that there's peace now or anything, but, uhh, you know, there's probably less no peace because crazy people are otherwise occupied with tasty Nobel Prize-winning ways to eat dirt....       Brandy's Nobel Prize-winning Best Recipe For Dirt will now be placed in the public domain for everyone to enjoy, and goes as follows:         Ingredients: Dirt, bugs, water (if any).     Place dirt in bowl (if any).   Crush bugs on rock using another rock.   Add bugs to dirt.   Stir with branch (if available) or finger (if any).   Add water for flavor (optional).   Heat over medium fire until silicon in dirt melts and starts to shine. Eat immediately before silicon solidifies into glass....       ium fire until silicon in dirt melts and starts to shine. Eat immediately before silicon solidifies into glass.       NOBEL PRIZE FOR BEST RECIPE FOR DIRT AWARDED:     Amidst the usual charges of being totally political and being totally rigged, this year's Nobel Prize for Best Recipe for Dirt has been awarded to Andy-Warhol-Impersonator, Brandy Warhol...       The Nobel Prize for Best Recipe for Dirt, especially in these difficult times of global economic collapse and total societal meltdown, has come to be even more cherished than the Nobel Prize for Peace -- because, without tasty ways to eat dirt, there could be no peace -- not that there's peace now or anything, but, uhh, you know, there's probably less no peace because crazy people are otherwise occupied with tasty Nobel Prize-winning ways to eat dirt....       Brandy's Nobel Prize-winning Best Recipe For Dirt will now be placed in the public domain for everyone to enjoy, and goes as follows:         Ingredients: Dirt, bugs, water (if any).     Place dirt in bowl (if any).   Crush bugs on rock using another rock.   Add bugs to dirt.   Stir with branch (if available) or finger (if any).   Add water for flavor (optional).   Heat over medium fire until silicon in dirt melts and starts to shine. Eat immediately before silicon solidifies into glass....                    

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"LIKE HITTIN' PICK-6 ON THE DAY OF THE APOCALYPSE"                    
 
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[together] C.F. digital bust critical Lighters get burned on a diamond stylus Four elements control the soundclash CoFlow responds to the crowd's mileage [Bigg Jus] The nitrous illustrator surveyor terrorizer Hit end to end burners plus multiple insiders Sublevel providers or simple verbalizer The most humble student sniper, destroy to amplify The sentinal who protects the portal dimensional hologram Cover all chapters of b-boy visuals Take it back to two A.M. fill in the 3D outline in the park A year later drug raiders set off black and silver sparks Somehow it just changed the culture ripped the whole movement apart from it's origins, begin that gave the four elements its start What remains, a crew trying to rebuild in vain To the local squad, trying to bring the fame back to they building I'm in the finals, three years consecutive for soundkilling Pooh butt analyzers, the weapon mystifier Who wanna come test the King Benevolent who turn the state of the art, into nuttin or irrelevant Who fuck the world whirlwind myriad of vaporous hybrids, it's known to seep through these brick walls n shit, close your eyelids in the field of depth perception I annihilate kids with no less than Texas tittie twisters Skull nuggies, purple nurples, methamphetamine Break the land speed record dip out leave a crop circle Mr. Sluggo top-notch competitor behaviour injector invader Crush competition like a overturned Blazer Our greatest work ever, overthrow the stock exchange with lazers Escape flying through the Number 4 tunnel, too low to be detected by radar Grand concourse mixer of flavour breast elixir We screwface competition with Ruthie cola mixture I'm way above, shine on crews like a street lamp fixture [together] Super duty tough words, all vision lost rhymin B-Boys hold down the function Rock steadily for more than just dough "Dance to the rhythm and rhyme of CoFlow" (repeat 5X) [Big Juss] A hot wire like a third rail is live (repeat 3X) From here to oblivion, I obliterate [El Producto] Yo, I cut most meticulous with a similar interest King of pen and sing to a metronome without an influence Shot burner off-kilter bust shit at random like civil war muskets or ADD kids throwin tantrums Out out the damn spot with phantom power rebel bunch Using the populace like Fed fed the meat to public school lunches Sad to say im the matrix with the code for smallpox rapist Out of all shots mine are worn from hit 'n' runs, caught 'em mixtapeless Straight from limbo where the most favourite dish is faces Marching like Dimes or Orangemen through Belfast Manimal hybrids be combination, then beatbox til the tastebuds on our tongues are smooth and shapeless Dodging thought police this patient zero the folk hero Clepto steal the spotlight before b-boys turn complacent Specialize in neuter services and theft of game systems The crew detaches expands and credits them towards purchases Wisdom with a bad touch, incision pain plus that botched the operation and denied insurance claim from it Overfiendish, twenty cock to shoot out fuck your mind before that morning cup of ovaltine shit El Producto, C.F. born to break shit down and replace it with fortified vitamins that you can lick right off the vinyl Little Leaguer, my phonics is on some clearly ironic shit like hittin pick six on the day of the apocalypse Took the hard road to blaze a trail like yeast infection in urethras, just to match crabs try to bite my style, fail Diss me on the internet like picket line crossin Teamsters Scabs that's realy down with hip hop only if convenient, KILL HIM!!! The rhyme sucks The delivery sucks This fucking move, terrible, very old Look at me I'm going to dance for you now, look Dance to the rhythm and rhyme of CoFlow (repeat 4X) [Big Juss] A hot one among the third rail is live (repeat 3X) From here to oblivion, I obliterate "Dance to the rhythm and rhyme of CoFlow" (cut and scratched) I tried to find a gracious way to deal with the end of the world.

Adult "role models" just said, "Don't be so damn selfish all the time," and told me to volunteer my youthful and therefore creepy energy to some bogus non-profit org that their close personal friend makes $1.5M running. "They badly need fresh faces to wear their organization's tee shirts with their logo and colors, and be out posing for pictures pretending to give a shit about all the starving dying people," they said.

Popular self-help books only told me the kind of thing everybody already knows: a picture of Steve Forbes with the caption: "Whatever this asshole says, do the opposite." Or a picture of Lawrence Kudlow saying, "If you didn't do the diametric opposite of everything this slimeball said, then you deserve what you got."

I even toyed with a religion that teaches you to always be honest and honorable and to build up great trust -- until, at Christmas, they told us why: "So that one day, you can royally rip EVERYBODY the fuck off -- for everything. Screw everybody real good."

But, in the end, there's really only one solution where you don't wind up in a room full of kidnapped 3rd-world 10 year olds playing video games that are actually fighting actual World War 4, 6, 8, or 13... SOL
UTIO
NS! Title: Suicide Club
     (Jisatsu Circle)
Date: 2002
Time: 99 minutes
Director: Sion Sono
Cast:
Mai Hosho
Takashi Nomura
Rolly
Yoko Kamon
Kimiko Yo
Hideo Sako
Akaji Maro
Ryo Ishibashi
Masatoshi Nagase Buy My Fucking Book!!

 
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