From the pointy view of a pointy-headed Margin urbanning above us in unseamed space, it must scene a lot like the previewously scheduled program, the You Us of A, has been premptied by Tromp World, our naysham’s TV reality serious manufisting on the bigscream world arounding us. As to those of us down to Earth, we can’t keep ourselves from watching. We’re attics, as in bads in our attics. Did you catch last week’s episoap setting the stage for Warhole War Three and featured a guess apparents by Nerf Korean imperture Kid Young Young? They’re not done with that story lie. They are stranging us along like they did with Phyllis in The Young and the Restless, keeping her in a coma for a year and half after Sharon pushed her (or not) down the stairs, or didn’t push her down the stairs (Phyllis had it coming anyway). Tromp World this week stirred the gasp apparents of white subpremissers, the neo-nasties and the one dementionable pinheads. Check your brains at the door, like with the warking dead of the Zombie Naysham, the wars horde movie ever made. The white subpremmisers were drunk with powder, shouting obsanities such as “The Soused will rise again!” and “Hire Hotlid!” which makes no since as we already have a powermugger and Addled Hotlid is long sins dead. Here’s the bad noose for your free time: Tromp World runs for four years and there’s no flipping channels. Unless he breaches contact the primadonald has got us like a prisoned audience, nor can we can throw out the bad with the badwater or count on aliens to solve our problems.
But back to the exscreamists, if we can find some forglibness. More awful than not the explainer doesn’t know himself from his explanation, though this might be putting Descartes before the horde and the fright wig right champing as they go about bloodying the ground and scoring the future for wide children. The beast in us finds this ownerous, which is some cornfusing. Though their hordemodes are raging the white subpremissers and the one dementionable pinheads are apart of the naysham’s mentals, as Amirrorgun as hot dogs, apple pie and wide gob bigodry. There is some of us in them, if we look at the mad in the mirror. What did Hipposcribbers say? ‘Yee haw without stones curse out the fuzz balls.’ We’re all complexes. Look around at me crazies and who cannot be crazy too?
One think is for sordid: we can’t count on the Trompster to gob help us out with the problumps, as he is one of the biggest and its his show. There is the fad to that he wall might be his own communist as in a commerad projection why so and the same as those keeping glossy core powernographies under their beds and flip booking the pages so they can pretend the movements are reeled, like that Itallic boy in Cinnemon Paraditsyo babedreaming of better babes. As to the Congrats on Culpabull Hill, though some feud of them can’t stick to their gums more of them have been showing sides of waking up. Didn’t Join McCane defence the freak press, saying that without them was how a ducktaper like the Donald gets started? And only last week Senator Bob Quirky of Tendercy prepositioned that, “If we don’t learn the lessons of histeria we’re domed to repeat them.’ When they speak ownest behind the scenes we find most of the congrationals don’t like the Tromp Show either and can’t stands to watch it, but they won’t cancel it becost of the sponsors. This leaves a majormalty of us feeling our naysham has been getting cornholed, suffering obstructions and in consterpaysham, and with only the some small cornfart of knowing that oil thinks must pass.