The Fuckno Wars (Beta)

There are a few considerations to make.  You choose.  Yeah, do my job for me.  Thanks, honey.

You see, it is my intention to write well, and by having a deadline, well, this thing forces me to take time out of my work (paying job as an air quality scientist for my tribe) to attempt to do my best.

You are in for the ride.


The internet should remain free (other than the fee to me from my service provider for getting online), but I will gladly "pay" attention to your ads, if they are unobtrusive (no pop-ups, pop-unders, nor trojans) only if you have some genuine and well-crafted product I wish to see.


You see, I have fifteen or even thirty seconds of spare time to spend in viewing your advertisement in order to experience what you have contributed to our excellent internet, created by the Mighty USA for the world to use.

As long as you have something good to view.

Otherwise, g'bye, baby.  Long may you prosper in someone else's cache dump.


It is proper for we, the USA consumerists, to afford a few moments for the viewing of a finely crafted, enjoyable advertisement for you wares, of which I may decide to purchase.


That is proper, in this new world of global capitalism.



Anything to keep the "internets" free to surf, baby.



 Let's delve into my own stuff, free for you.   But do not steal my stuff, or I will come looking for you.  That wouldn't be a good thing.


That being said, here we go:

TUNES

Pick Two, or offer two of your own.

Powerman, by The kinks.

I Can get To Heaven, by Jes, mixed by Myon. 

Hate To Say I Told You So, by The Hives

Colorblind, by Counting Crows

VERSION ONE

Hello there.

Now, many of you have been asking about some back story for this tale.  I understand.  It’s a long tale, and it originates from my past.

I  order to appease you, before we begin the description of the destruction of the Megalopolis of Fuckno, and then, after that happens, its reconstruction, perhaps we should take a moment to explore the cast of characters that figure in this tale.

You ask, and I deliver.

Who were the ghosts?

Who were my friends?

Who became the Punkologists?

Who were the Walk-Ins?  

Who were the Purple Robes?

Who am I?

Will this ever end?

My answer is this:   You have been reading a story in construction, and while it has been all mapped out, nonetheless, it takes a lot for an old punk to pull it out of his old, addled head.

You are in for the ride.

I write for one reason.

I simply can’t help myself.   But you know by now that I am fiercely protective of my tribe.

So, let’s explore the cast of characters, one at a time, shall we?  This will be fun.

Should we start with the ghosts?

Let me know.


t d c willies (at) g m a i l or something closer than that, botbaby.

God Help You.

God Help Us All.

---willies out.

If ghosts, then it would start like the following.  But it's up to you.

VERSION TWO

Katheena was a ghost now.

So was Lorelei.

I had not seen either, but I saw a bunch of them in the empty library.




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