LANELESS WORLD DRIVE

TABLE OF CONTENTS pt. 1 ... and now, 2022 Waiting for the Sun Psychology 113 Is the Zombie Cannibal Apocalypse Upon Us? #aramexit Doomsday Preppers Clear Supermarket Shelves (Again) Buffet Buffoon Binges 32 Sushi Rolls to Emergency Room Filling up with Nature Boy The Heat is On When Crime Becomes Angular It's World Radio Day The Look of Love Password Laziness Equals Internet Strife Y2K ZZZ's No More BLM = Buy Luxury Mansions VI : Charity Begins At Home Flush the Grammar 2-day is 2's day 2-day is 2's day Nº 2 Godawful Poetry for Godawful Times (Nº 3) Con Artist's Husband Refuses to Give Up on Ill-Gotten Gains Godawful Poetry for Godawful Times (number four) "HOWDY" ARIA and YouTube Streaming in a Tree... And the Bland Played On The Coleslaw Conundrum Episode 222 International Women's Day 2022 Coming Soon : Review Time YouTube à gogo BlogSpot à nono The Path of Least Resistance The End Or... ? Cyber Clueless Name\My+Name+Is+Stomp\publishMode\PUBLISH_MO...

I've taken down an entry that I previously posted on the 27th.   I managed to contact the person that the aforementioned post was referring to.  After she recognised who I was, the accent and timbre of her voice changed dramatically which I found slightly bizarre. I put it down to shock. It was like talking to a brick wall. So I gave up. This situation was never about the money solely. To a degree, but it was more to do with the sanctity of trust and acknowledging your wrongdoings. Maybe I wasn't made for these times. Maybe I have a 19th century state of mind. Maybe I'll end this particular post now. Take care. https://www.liminalplace.com.au/

beyond the shadow grey-blue horizon is there life in opaque?

Between 2016 and 2019, Christopher Kwan Chen Lee, a Melbourne doctor, posted objectionable material online including dead foetuses, bodies with missing limbs and all sorts of twisted fare. The demented (at the time of writing) 35 year old also posted comments all about the place deemed offensive as well as confidential patient information.  One post depicted a mangled skull with the caption, "I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry." Hippocrates must be weeping. for more information on this story, click this >>>  link  or check out the screenshots below ---

Out, damned spot! It isn't my  place to judge, but it's perfectly fine to condemn . If it wasn't for this particular parasite, I wouldn't have inadvertently risen up to find my confidence. Of course, I had to hit hell to rise upwards. I was in a dark place, more or less in hermit mode, no confidence and at the end of my tether when sent along to see this creature after being diagnosed with clinical depression.  This "professional" is basically an insecure person who wears a mask of self-serving narcissism and who wanted to score brownie points by making an example of me. My crime was standing up for myself. Manipulation, thievery, condescension. Dr. Lara Bertolino, I salute you.     don't worry, sports fans. my money was eventually retrieved a year and a half later I deserve an explanation of why she falsely claimed Medicare against my name. I'm not holding my breath for that or an apology. In my emotionally delicate frame of mind at the time, I would...

 ... courtesy of  Dove Chocolate . photos filched from  here  and  here

                                                post number two hundred and seventy five

 ... and as a tribute of sorts, here's Only Seventeen by The Beattle-Ettes. This was a rush job from 1964 produced by George "Shadow" Morton in the wake of The Beatles conquering the U.S. with I Want to Hold Your Hand .  Who were the band? Rumours have swirled around that it could in fact be the Shangri-Las, although this could be just a fanciful concoction. This came out just before they hit it big and Morton handled their production and a decent proportion of their songwriting duties.

... the receptionist looked so tasty, though!

What are you blaming me for, doctor? I haven't got your clipboard.

This is the front page of tomorrow's paper . I don't know the full story but from the excerpt shown here there is an attempt to legislate the use and alter the public perception of cannabis. Apparently this bill is an attempt to allow possession of 50 grams of the stuff as well as having the ability to grow four plants without repercussions from the powers that be. My prediction : it'll never happen.

It may well be down to the fact that this very day is  International Panic Day . Seriously though, if it all gets too much (and it can), talk to someone.

... because it's "racist" More monkeyshines from the WHO as they try to divert attention from the incompetence they displayed from the beginnings of the COVID-19 crisis in early 2020.  This comes on the heels of thirty virtue-signalling scientists uniting to try and instigate change about a trivial matter which nobody really cares about so they can feel good about themselves. For more detailed information about this story click >>>  here  or check out the screenshots below ---

 stompcringe  stompcringe stompcringe stompcringe stompcringe stompcringe stomp GODAWFUL POETRY for GODAWFUL TIMES nr. 6

Near the conclusion of the  last post I made , I made mention of tonight's full moon ( or supermoon as it has been referred to ). Well, here we are on June the fourteenth and I'm feeling in a hairy sort of mood. Here's Robbie Robison aka Robbie the Werewolf with Rockin' Werewolf .

(panel 9, p. 43 of ZIPPY Stories - Bill Griffith) The trail is stale when it comes to dealing with greed-free practitioners of the State Mental. Money worshipping charlatans and incompetent buffoons seem to line the lanes, byways and overpasses of Therapeutica, sticking their pointed heads up at every turn, obstructing traffic in the most insidious of ways. No-one is innocent. No-one gets out alive. No-one gets a Slushee.  Not even Stomp. No, I wasn't the man who put the bomp in the bomp-ba-bomp-ba-bomp, nor the ram in the rama-lama ding dong. I am merely mortal and, as such, have suffered the indignity of grubby-handed, sausage-fingered, lucre-loving health care professionals wanting to carve out a piece of the pie that is I to the detriment of myself.  Business is business, after all. Unless you happen to be a werewolf (and why should I cast any doubt if you claim to be?), with tomorrow being a full moon - in fact a  supermoon  (apparently), you may not be able to ...

plugged in and switched on

but if your attempts prove futile, dann lass die Fotze sterben

let them eat dental mints . . ///  : the world knew this phrase as the term that accompanied the main title heading of  My Name Is Stomp on the blog of the same name. Where are the dental mints, you may ask. They are no more, I answer you back. There is that possibility they may have been scarfed down by some greedy, gluttonous dentist-loving fangirl, but no.  The dental mints have gone AWOL as a result of this particular platform's latest design shake up.  Nothing more.

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