File:Acta de independencia.jpgbit.ly/MramnQsera-t-elle pour @chavezcandanga ou @hcapriles? Who's #winning, @chubbchutthor, you..?

— Caribbeanson Times (@TheCaribeTimes) August 13, 2012

SIMON BOLIVAR's COSMIC SON

Cosmic Son of Simon Bolivar - My blood is 200% oil, and my revolution claims human death. Yap, I'm from a city beyond mortal, and try to make the gringos understand?!, Oh Jesucastro! Too much cart to go nowhere. I'm CHUBB CHUTTHOR. I'm MF taking down the Capitalist Nomine Matrix TriniTrip of yankee sapiens, jewish cantropus, monodic catholics..., chévere!...: what the wack?!, the re-mormon-publican?, give him a telethon, a Brand new bimbo, an armored van..., OMG, this Jesucastro DONOFRIO speaks about, MF!!!): I despice those who dare to fight in his heart a rate other than that imposed to me by my Empress, oh my War Goddess, my rica Xango, chévere! I know. Oh, not DONOFRIO, not again - No! OK I’m in The Snow: I’m the Holy Royal Hard-Ball’i’Varian SocialMedialist Chubb Chutthor Jack Ass Zulu Oil God..., U better remember You Potomac Secret Suits WashingHonkyTonky DC VietCongGrassMen Suckers...: am the MF Chief of Chiefs. U‘ll Never Find My Infra-Caribbean Headquarters, Chévere Guevara! My KinKDom name, mi VENEZUELA..., qué rico!, cool for the mule!!, Chévere Guevara!!!, yummy for the tammy: ah..., HA HA HA: IMPERIALISTOS!!!, la CIA said so... Such yankee sapiens CRAP I gotta tolerate distracting me from distraction... Cerdos!!!, majunches!!!, this TROPICANCERIALIST TO CARIBE OR TO BE CARRIED stink'n'kink thing-tank bling-bang ANTI-REVOLUTION so called EVOLUTION que la jerga se va a ir a la verga, oh my chévere Xangó, my gooditica Godess of Herodes, I'm the Reversed Roberto Carlos, Xangó, Chévere, Chévere: QUIERO TENER UN MILLÓN DE ENEMIGOS qué es ésto de q me llaman el Sea Monkey Bolívar!!!, I ain't no MUMMY...yet!!!, MF, ¡la pinga que la singa!, CHÉVERE!

THAT AIN'T GONNA HELP A THING

His name could be Chubb Chutthor but ain't gonna help it, not at all You'll see. Trough magnificent magical venezuelian jungles, alive as well than dead indeed transliving yet deathful animist godless nature-spots almost inhabited by a superhuman or supranatural glowing energetic hyperforested sorceler fantasy, beyond hypnotic ecoexorsystem, truly pagan greedy green reign of mistery, illusion and delusion screen..., something that IS ABOUT TO CHANGE the "WORLD" very WORD as we fucking spelled it, as we fuking knew it ('cause this venerated, sacred SANTERIA chubbchutthory fucking Multipar(nase)adigm Hyperforce, Megapower, Ultraenergy, FUCK, whatever you MF please to call it, name or MF feel you could refer about, well, Orwell, HOLY JESUS-CRASH, Chubb Chutthor just entered the building's bible-cong civilization, dammit, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT, HE IS HERE ALREADY, hardcore chévere, FORE!!!!! trans-santerying his...it..., motherfucking mutation process-effect reposession-mambo journey, I mean, MAYBE I'M MEAN by telling, I mean, DID I MADE  MYSELF CLEAR ENOUGH (I hope not -but hope -or even dope or the pope or If you feel Bob Dope's best- haven't to do shit about IT-), the down tempo and noisy imperceptiveness of melting wildest yet politicalm tropicalia topical boardwalk infracaribbean venezuelan empire Snuff Of The Stuff Funny Hard Ba(a)ll'I'varian Monarch Venezuelian Ruler Rising Jack Ass Zulu Chubb Chutthor MF, well, nothing then will seem to be what could appear to be or not to be  after he our souls tresspassed. 

You, tiny human subject, You-Me, deep down(town) it's some' U're damn aware, I know it, U know it, even The Invisible knows it...: you're none but a nanopiece of wack against Chubb Chutthor, it's a lonely truth U share with no one...but a 72 million spanish speaking audience in Americas and the USA about to motherfucking flip for real or unreal, or surreal, fuck it, who cares, even its english-spanish 100 million audience floor people to engage, well, Orwell, that won't make the pain go softer, not even that could  change a thing. Nevertheless, you will hardly perceive it, damn hard hit. How. When. Where. Lonely God Knows. So. Be aware. Take care. Because grace or none state of fucking grace whatsoever, panic rooms, armored cars, etc, nor even Peter Ctera won't keep you safe from Him. A'ight?