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Forays into MaDnEsS 2: Mostly Concerning Filthy Negroes
3.19.1999
Gorn was diligent to masturbate at least five times a day. He dumped the secretions into the bathtub. It took two years of collecting until he had enough. When it was completely filled with his seed, he brought his wife in to see the sight. When she wasn’t looking, he deftly sliced open her abdomen with a sharp knive. With his other hand, he swiftly plunged into her newly-opened cavity and ripped out the bloody sacs that he knew were the ovaries. The fallopians dangled lifelesly, dripping the vital juices. He ripped the translucent skin open and dumped the millions of egg cells into his sperm ocean. Gorn remarked to his dying wife how nice it was that he could hear the screams and grunts of the sperm cells as they battled over the precious eggs. The victorious mated successfully and the losers quickly died. Gorn stood guard by the tub and waited for his new children to develop. To speed their growth, he cut up his wife’s now-dead body and and fed his offspring the meaty chunks. They snapped and bit at each other, squealing as they nipped at the fresh negro meat. One got too big and sank his sharp teeth into Gorn’s scrotum. Gorn grabbed the impudent spawn and flung it against the wall. But the spilling sac-blood stimulated the others. The last thing Gorn felt was the thousands of Gornlings biting into his meaty ass hole....
Niggers all that jacked his ass, money gone forever, the Northern Lights... Destronicus decided that the nigger situation here required a good curbing. He found them and overwhelmed their smelly nigger defenses. They tried to plead but damn, I can’t understand a word these moolies are saying, can you? Curbing means you take the nigger’s face and make him bite the curb of the street. Then, gather momentum and stomp the top of the niggerskull. No more teeth for those niggers, ever. Usually they die – only a very remarkable nigger can survive a curbing. These two did not so Destronicus’s job is complete. That’ll learn them niggers.
On that glorious morning the Niggers had their day. It was as foretold, the legendary Transmutation of the Negroids, and the Birth of the One Nigger. All over the Earth, the children of Africa, all the niggers and coloreds emerged from their squalid holes and huts, their wretched ghettos and flophouses, and gazed up to the black morning sky. They gathered the families, many generations, old bent grandniggers and smelly fat middle-aged nigger mothers and fathers, shifty-eyed black cousins and gregarious nigger uncles, to the numerous half-breeds. Jobo... Leeroy... Tyree... Jamal... Jerome... Rufus Biggens and Betsy Crabcunt... Granny and Pa... They were all there. They hushed and quieted their dirty squealing niglets. They broke their fast with a feast of barbecued chicken and juicy watermelon provided by the faraway island niggers and reef coons. At the appointed hour, all the negro voices were raised in song, the deep negroidal bass and tenor, welcoming the new day, woolly-haired and greasy-haired alike. As the sun rose, every nigger in the world flew through the air, gliding along on magic air currents. The millions of flying negroidals converged on the African motherland, far into the Sahara. They collided in a great fleshy brown mass, the black blood spilling together and mixing, and merged their matter to form one macroscopic nigger, the One Nigger, in legend was named Negramus Maximus, the Nigger of All. The glistening black colossus roared and drooled in released rage, as it genetically inherited all the fury of the oppressed race, the billions of niggers who had felt the cruel lash of the white devil. Negramus Maximus thundered over the world, destroying the works of the white man, devouring any unfortunate whities in his swath. The military was unprepared and soon fell to the ravages of the thousand-foot nigger. The streets flowed with the blood of the honkies, the niggerteeth biting through pale flesh. The hispanics and mulattoes fled to the Deserts, never to be seen or heard from ever again...
...but what of the Asians, roared the triumphant Negramus? The asiatic races had quickly organized and had skillfully hid from the nigger menace in their undersea bases. Their advanced military forces were quickly dispatched once the American and European armies fell. Their swift kamikaze fighters distracted Negramus and dove it his vulnerable eyes. The battleships and submarines used torpedoes to attack the giant muscular black legs that stretched from ocean to ocean. Swift aircraft broke from the clouds and ravaged the nigger’s gut and genital areas. Bellowing, the monster frothed and collapsed in the Atlantic Ocean, spurting blood from numerous wounds. A singular intercontinental ballistic warhead finished the beast. The negro chunks exploded and floated on the foggy ocean shores. The asians celebrated and proceeded to collect the millions of tons of fresh negro meat. Preserved carefully, the salty and fatty flesh would easily sustain the nutritional needs of the ravaged populace as they rebuilt the world. The Golden Age of the Slant-Eyed Gooks began. The world flourished under the rule of Neo-Mega-Tokyo which spread its dominion over all. The great poet Sun-Yan Fung wrote a special haiku for the first pan-Asiatic New Year’s Festival that soon became immortal...
Sprouting from the shit
Of the foul dank negro earth
A yellow flower.
.
.
.
I Wish I Was Black
-- Larry Flynt
Niggy, nigga-niglin nigs, niggery negotious, negish neggelicious negratronic niggeriffic, niggermatic nigalyzing... yes, we've heard all this, but.....
.......Nigroy paused and turned around, his skin was niggish nigga-brown
he had to find the Nigga with the Niggic Niggadon
the only weapon strong enough to kill the evil Nigalon
the evil nigga Niggalord who keeps the Niggas down
the niggish king and ruler of niggalatious Niggertown
who'd captured Niggerella and her niglets in the Woods
well, nigga, this here nigger has done everything he could....
So Nigroy niggas up the Nig, and Nigalon is gone
but niggas breed with nigga-speed, and nigga, that is wrong.
Nigs are niggafying in the niggeratic trance
while niggas nig their niggins in their baggy niggapants
Niggers move to Niger so their niglings may be free
and the land is full of niggers, niggers just like you and me.
Negralucent Niggerheim's in all its nigger glory
Nigroy writes his chapter in this niggerworldy story
nice and nigilicious are the negerific niggers
well, that's a right big nigger
but that other nigger's bigger...
Niggas dancing in my mind, to the left and to the right
if they don't go, this nigga here kills everyone in sight
Niggie, take your nigga back, Nigga's back, he's back and black
Mega-nigger Negatron, niggas got to get it on
Niggers, niggers, in the wings, breaking shit and throwing things
Niggers killing wiggers as the wiggers kill the niggers
Yes, everyone has nigga-fun when niggas come to town
so Nigga bring the Niglens out and bring the house down!
Nasty niggers niggerize, we curse and damn their nigger eyes
Nigga, why the nigger guise? Tell me why the nigger flies?
tell me why the nigger lies, and tell me why the nigger dies?
Nig, nig-a-nig-a-lig, a nigga nagga noo, so many niggers, nigger
well, i don't know what to do...
The niggas nod to niggers as they jump into the fray
niggerizing all the Niggits, and niggas save the day
Now all the world's a nigger, and the niggas rule supreme
If only i could wake up from this Niggish Niggadream!
3.19.1999
Gorn was diligent to masturbate at least five times a day. He dumped the secretions into the bathtub. It took two years of collecting until he had enough. When it was completely filled with his seed, he brought his wife in to see the sight. When she wasn’t looking, he deftly sliced open her abdomen with a sharp knive. With his other hand, he swiftly plunged into her newly-opened cavity and ripped out the bloody sacs that he knew were the ovaries. The fallopians dangled lifelesly, dripping the vital juices. He ripped the translucent skin open and dumped the millions of egg cells into his sperm ocean. Gorn remarked to his dying wife how nice it was that he could hear the screams and grunts of the sperm cells as they battled over the precious eggs. The victorious mated successfully and the losers quickly died. Gorn stood guard by the tub and waited for his new children to develop. To speed their growth, he cut up his wife’s now-dead body and and fed his offspring the meaty chunks. They snapped and bit at each other, squealing as they nipped at the fresh negro meat. One got too big and sank his sharp teeth into Gorn’s scrotum. Gorn grabbed the impudent spawn and flung it against the wall. But the spilling sac-blood stimulated the others. The last thing Gorn felt was the thousands of Gornlings biting into his meaty ass hole....
Niggers all that jacked his ass, money gone forever, the Northern Lights... Destronicus decided that the nigger situation here required a good curbing. He found them and overwhelmed their smelly nigger defenses. They tried to plead but damn, I can’t understand a word these moolies are saying, can you? Curbing means you take the nigger’s face and make him bite the curb of the street. Then, gather momentum and stomp the top of the niggerskull. No more teeth for those niggers, ever. Usually they die – only a very remarkable nigger can survive a curbing. These two did not so Destronicus’s job is complete. That’ll learn them niggers.
On that glorious morning the Niggers had their day. It was as foretold, the legendary Transmutation of the Negroids, and the Birth of the One Nigger. All over the Earth, the children of Africa, all the niggers and coloreds emerged from their squalid holes and huts, their wretched ghettos and flophouses, and gazed up to the black morning sky. They gathered the families, many generations, old bent grandniggers and smelly fat middle-aged nigger mothers and fathers, shifty-eyed black cousins and gregarious nigger uncles, to the numerous half-breeds. Jobo... Leeroy... Tyree... Jamal... Jerome... Rufus Biggens and Betsy Crabcunt... Granny and Pa... They were all there. They hushed and quieted their dirty squealing niglets. They broke their fast with a feast of barbecued chicken and juicy watermelon provided by the faraway island niggers and reef coons. At the appointed hour, all the negro voices were raised in song, the deep negroidal bass and tenor, welcoming the new day, woolly-haired and greasy-haired alike. As the sun rose, every nigger in the world flew through the air, gliding along on magic air currents. The millions of flying negroidals converged on the African motherland, far into the Sahara. They collided in a great fleshy brown mass, the black blood spilling together and mixing, and merged their matter to form one macroscopic nigger, the One Nigger, in legend was named Negramus Maximus, the Nigger of All. The glistening black colossus roared and drooled in released rage, as it genetically inherited all the fury of the oppressed race, the billions of niggers who had felt the cruel lash of the white devil. Negramus Maximus thundered over the world, destroying the works of the white man, devouring any unfortunate whities in his swath. The military was unprepared and soon fell to the ravages of the thousand-foot nigger. The streets flowed with the blood of the honkies, the niggerteeth biting through pale flesh. The hispanics and mulattoes fled to the Deserts, never to be seen or heard from ever again...
...but what of the Asians, roared the triumphant Negramus? The asiatic races had quickly organized and had skillfully hid from the nigger menace in their undersea bases. Their advanced military forces were quickly dispatched once the American and European armies fell. Their swift kamikaze fighters distracted Negramus and dove it his vulnerable eyes. The battleships and submarines used torpedoes to attack the giant muscular black legs that stretched from ocean to ocean. Swift aircraft broke from the clouds and ravaged the nigger’s gut and genital areas. Bellowing, the monster frothed and collapsed in the Atlantic Ocean, spurting blood from numerous wounds. A singular intercontinental ballistic warhead finished the beast. The negro chunks exploded and floated on the foggy ocean shores. The asians celebrated and proceeded to collect the millions of tons of fresh negro meat. Preserved carefully, the salty and fatty flesh would easily sustain the nutritional needs of the ravaged populace as they rebuilt the world. The Golden Age of the Slant-Eyed Gooks began. The world flourished under the rule of Neo-Mega-Tokyo which spread its dominion over all. The great poet Sun-Yan Fung wrote a special haiku for the first pan-Asiatic New Year’s Festival that soon became immortal...
Sprouting from the shit
Of the foul dank negro earth
A yellow flower.
.
.
.
I Wish I Was Black
-- Larry Flynt
Niggy, nigga-niglin nigs, niggery negotious, negish neggelicious negratronic niggeriffic, niggermatic nigalyzing... yes, we've heard all this, but.....
.......Nigroy paused and turned around, his skin was niggish nigga-brown
he had to find the Nigga with the Niggic Niggadon
the only weapon strong enough to kill the evil Nigalon
the evil nigga Niggalord who keeps the Niggas down
the niggish king and ruler of niggalatious Niggertown
who'd captured Niggerella and her niglets in the Woods
well, nigga, this here nigger has done everything he could....
So Nigroy niggas up the Nig, and Nigalon is gone
but niggas breed with nigga-speed, and nigga, that is wrong.
Nigs are niggafying in the niggeratic trance
while niggas nig their niggins in their baggy niggapants
Niggers move to Niger so their niglings may be free
and the land is full of niggers, niggers just like you and me.
Negralucent Niggerheim's in all its nigger glory
Nigroy writes his chapter in this niggerworldy story
nice and nigilicious are the negerific niggers
well, that's a right big nigger
but that other nigger's bigger...
Niggas dancing in my mind, to the left and to the right
if they don't go, this nigga here kills everyone in sight
Niggie, take your nigga back, Nigga's back, he's back and black
Mega-nigger Negatron, niggas got to get it on
Niggers, niggers, in the wings, breaking shit and throwing things
Niggers killing wiggers as the wiggers kill the niggers
Yes, everyone has nigga-fun when niggas come to town
so Nigga bring the Niglens out and bring the house down!
Nasty niggers niggerize, we curse and damn their nigger eyes
Nigga, why the nigger guise? Tell me why the nigger flies?
tell me why the nigger lies, and tell me why the nigger dies?
Nig, nig-a-nig-a-lig, a nigga nagga noo, so many niggers, nigger
well, i don't know what to do...
The niggas nod to niggers as they jump into the fray
niggerizing all the Niggits, and niggas save the day
Now all the world's a nigger, and the niggas rule supreme
If only i could wake up from this Niggish Niggadream!
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