Dysto-peon TV

I can't watch anything educational without taking notes. When they don't become flash fictions like Beauregard's Flow, they look like dystopian telegrams mingled with schizophrenic news headlines.

Ankgor Wat's bent sunlight decimates Cambodian Pump Zone. Khmer Rouge outlaws spectacles. Sell human guinea pigs. Probable terrorist attack. Vishnu sought. Devastating water pressure leaves temple gnomes in blowout chaos. Need safe passage for expats. Miserables entitled to a coastal lodge.

Cambodia's history is gruesome, like that of most ancient peoples. Lots of bulls killed. Priests using all the parts. 

Fresh marrow slurped from a hole in the bone juts from a severed arm life force suckled fatty through the meal straw won't tolerate such bad behavior. Watch for Milk Ass. Buttons explode in charnel house horror obstructed through the drinking straw of legalese.

A wendigo investigation meandering from Native American legends to talk of gruesome sacrifice rites of ancient Sumeria. 

The ebu gogo eat human big find same as moon landing. Coffee addiction bring 4 young men to adult spear-weilding coward. Legendary jungle dweller feast on wayfarer. Homo fluorocienes kidnap royals and learn use of fire. Streets fill with fleeing Sumerians. 

The Wendigo turned out to be the neighbor's dog. After taking about a doomed Coffee Bean expedition, the show investigated Indonesian sulfur mines. 

Sulfur miners cut wads of shit smelling yellow muck from caustic smoke. Burns their lungs and corrodes their skin. Blue glaze paints a connection to the gods for 15 American a day. Good fence paying fat at top of Ijet Volcano.

Not a job anyone would want. They have to carry 160 pounds of wobbling sulfur that looks like rotten lemon meringue and reeks like Milk Ass. All while fissures shoot brimstone smoke over an acidic lake.

The show didn't talk about Milk Ass. That one's mine, as far as I know. But it sounds like something a smug American would get if he went fucking around such ancient foreign lands seeking hubris. I might wind up with it, if I hit the Biggs. 

It COULD happen.

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