Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Thursday, 12 May 2016

Welcome To My Nightmare

 
"You bastards!" Filthie sobbed, "You blew it all up...."
 
 
Yesterday I burgered myself almost to the point where my heart stopped at the Downtown Diner in Fort Saskatchewan. I could barely move afterward and when I got to my truck I rolled the seat back for a quick afternoon snooze.
 
In my dream the world had changed. Instead of people, Pakie-stannies, chinamen and negroes ran the world and used humans for slaves. I woke up in a sweat, disgusted and ashamed at my white privilege.
 
I'm seriously considering writing a screenplay about it.

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