Outrage Sunday 78 freshness of cones

Posted on December 2, 2012 by rottobloggo

The end of days/last page of the notebook/bottom of the barrel approacheth everer nearerer:

666Superb graphic design from the Western Australia Adainst Chemtrails crowd, who, unlike the rest of us sheople, aren’t going down without a fight:

chemtrailsWeve almost played our last card:

card1card2But there is laughter in the dark: at least I can still giggle uncontrollably at the words poo and cones as our centre cannot hold.

poocones

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3 Responses to Outrage Sunday 78 freshness of cones

  1. Snuff says:
    December 2, 2012 at 9:19 am

    At least it was a bower. Paper sleave ?

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    • rottobloggo says:
      December 2, 2012 at 3:30 pm

      For God’s sake, Snuff. If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times:
      Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care,
      The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath,
      Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
      Chief nourisher in life’s feast.

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