Science fiction author Michael Casher dusts the cobwebs off previously unused sections of his brain.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Allegheny Plateau Blues: Director's Cut


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Did you like that video? I;ll bet you did. I'll bet it amused the shit out of you. You lurking bastards and bitches. So, what would you care that it's That's right, it's impossible for me to write and blog anymore, living in a noisy hell-hole like Snow Shoe, Pennsylvania, especially with a crazy people-hating German shepherd bitch howling and screaming and wailing and carrying on like a f*****g goddamn coyote/wolf hybrid bitch beast (which is what a German shepherd is and why the cops and the feds use them against people). You goddamn sub-life fuckers are the PITS of humanity. You care more about DOGS and MACHINES than you do people and YOU are the reason the human race on Earth will be EXTERMINATED very shortly. Good riddance. You miscreants can stick your fucking mutts up your goddamn asses. What's left to say isn't much. That there are some local people — so few I could count them on one hand — whom I like and talk to on a regular basis, or occasionally, and you know who you are by now. Nothing's changed there. Keep being who you are because they're aren't nearly enough of you in the world. But, if others see me in public (unless it's for conducting business, and you think for one f*****g minute that you can come up to me and ruin my day with your hateful hostility, just steer clear of me. You'll be better off if you do. Trust me on this. Do your bitching about me on your own time, not mine. Trust me on this.