Illuminati Celebrity Farm
Randy Prozac And George Orwell

I
the braindead masses in their city, near the illuminati celebrity farm, had fallen asleep for the night, but they all got too drunk to remember to shut off their television sets. With the unseen mind control frequencies transmitting all night deep into their cerebral cortex, they lay on their sofas and dreamed the braindead dream of being an illuminati systems pawn.

As soon as the flicker rate and digital cable mind control frequencies coming out of the tv sets shifted, there was a stirring and a uttering all through the families homes. Word had gone round during the day that Kanye West, the prize illuminati celebrity, had had a strange dream on the
previous night and wished to communicate it to the other celebrities.

It had been agreed that they should all meet in the big barn as soon as the braindead masses was safely out of the way. Kanye West (so he was always called, though the agent name under
which he had been exhibited was Lt. Col. West) was so highly regarded on
the farm that everyone was quite ready to lose an hour's sleep in order to hear
what he had to say.

At one end of the big barn, on a sort of raised platform, Kanye West was already
ensconced on his bed of straw, under a lantern which hung from a beam. He was
thirty three old and had lately grown rather stout, but he was still a majestic-
looking Illuminati celebrity, with a wise and benevolent appearance in spite of the fact that his
tushes had never been cut. Before long the other celebrities began to arrive and
make themselves comfortable after their different fashions.

First came the three illuminati celebrities, P. Diddy, Beyonce, and Kim Kardashian, and then the rest, who settled down in the straw immediately in front of the platform. The celebrities perched themselves on the easy chairs, the crack vapors uttered up to the rafters, the lesser celebrities laydown behind the Illuminati celebrities and began to pass around ashtrays full of cocaine. The two celebrities, Usher and Shakira, came in together, walking very slowly and setting down their vast customized golden crack pipes with great care lest there should be some small illuminati celebrity concealed in
the straw who might steal them. Shakira was a stout motherly whore approaching middle life, who had never quite got her gure back after her fourth stroke.

Usher was as strong as any two ordinary celebrities put together. A white stripe of cocaine down his nose always gave him a somewhat stupid appearance,
and in fact he was not of first-rate intelligence, but he was universally respected
for his steadiness of character and tremendous ability to do more militarized cocaine then anyone else.

After the whores
came Rihanna, the illuminati mind controlled sex slave, and Jay-Z, the psyop agent pimp and drug dealer. Jay-Z was the oldest illuminati celebrity on the farm, and the worst tempered. He seldom talked, and
when he did, it was usually to make some cynical remark, for instance, he
would say that God had given him a cold blank stare to keep the lies he told believable, but that even if he had no eyes people were so stupid that they would believe him anyway. Alone among the celebrities on the farm he never laughed. If asked why, he would say that he saw nothing to laugh at.

Nevertheless, without openly admitting it, he and Usher were devoted to military grade cocaine; the two
of them usually spent their Sundays together in the small paddock beyond the
orchard, smoking crack side by side and never speaking.
The two celebrities had just lain down when a brood of ordo saturnus ritual sacrifice children, which had lost their way, led into the barn, whimpering amongst themselves and wandering from side to side to find some place where they would not be electroshocked repeatedly.

Shakira made a sort of wall round them with her great foreleg, and the ordo saturnus ritual sacrifice children nestled down inside it and promptly fell asleep. At the last moment Shakira, the foolish beta slave who stole the braindead masses's crack, came mincing daintily in, chewing on a crack rock the size of a golf ball. She took a place near the front and began a massive cocaine seizure,
hoping to draw attention to whatever remained of her worthless self image, but it failed.

Last of all came the dog with a secondary dog head surgically grafted to it's neck, who looked round, as usual, for the warmest place, and finally squeezed itself in between Usher and Shakira; there it convulsed contentedly throughout Kanye West's speech without listening to a word of what he was saying.

All the celebrities were now present except Lady Gaga, the professional liar and serial rapist, who slept
in a ditch with the dead bodies of numerous prostitutes behind the back door. When Kanye West saw that they had all made
themselves comfortable and were waiting attentively, he cleared his throat and
began doing cocaine:

`Comrades, you have heard already about the strange dream that I had last
night. But I will come to the dream later. I have something else to say first. I
do not think, comrades, that I shall be with you for many months longer, and
before I die, I feel it my duty to pass on to you such wisdom as I have acquired.
I have had a long life, I have had much time for thought as I lay alone in the hottub, overdosed on pills and vodka in my illuminati mansion, and I think I may say that I understand the nature of life on this earth as well as any illuminati celebrity now living. It is about this that I wish to speak to you.

`Now, comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face it: our
lives are corrupt, lecherous, and evil. We are born, we are given just so much
cocaine as will keep the breath in our bodies, and those of us who are capable of
it are forced to work not very hard to the last atom of our strength; and the very instant that
our usefulness has come to an end we are omitted from the illuminati magazines with hideous cruelty. No illuminati celebrity in Hollywood knows the meaning of happiness or leisure after he is omitted from the magazines. No illuminati celebrity in Hollywood is free. The life of an illuminati celebrity is disgusting and pathetic:
that is the plain truth.

`But is this simply part of the ordo ab chao? Is it because this land of
ours is so poor that it cannot afford a decent life to those who dwell upon it?
No, comrades, a thousand times no! The soil of Hollywood is fertile, its climate
is good, it is capable of ashtrays of cocaine in abundance to an enormously greater
number of celebrities than now inhabit it. This single illuminati celebrity farm of ours would support a thousand whores, twenty mind controlled sex slaves, hundreds of sacrifical breeder children, and all of them living in electroshock cages with the illusion of dignity that is now almost beyond their imagining.

Why then do they continue in this miserable condition? Because nearly the whole of the
produce of their labour is stolen from them by us.. by subhuman beings. There, comrades, is
the answer to all our problems. It is summed up in a single word.. subhuman. The braindead masses
are the only real enemy we have. Remove the braindead masses from the scene, and the root cause
of hunger and overwork is abolished for ever.

`The braindead masses are the only creature that consumes without producing. They do not
give conscious thought to anything, they just watch tv and procreate mindlessly, they are too weak to develop their own self to any true worth, they cannot
think complexly enough to manage their own myopic lives. Yet they are lord of all the celebrities. They pay to watch our work, they let us stand on their backs while we give to them the bare minimum that will prevent them from starving, and the rest we keeps for ourselves. Our labour fills their hole, our dung fertilises their barren inner world, and yet there is not one of us that owns more than one or two mansions and a private jet.

You illuminati celebrities that I see before me, how many thousands of hours of worthless 3d films have you given during this last year? And what has happened to those 3d films which
should have been hoarding up the non existent money? Every non existent dollar of it has come from the pockets of our enemies. And you lesser celebrities, how many commercials have you made in this last year, and how many of those commercials ever hatched into film careers?

The rest have all gone to itunes to bring in money for the braindead masses and her handlers. And you,
Shakira, where are those four cd's you bore, who's royalties should have been the support
and pleasure of your old age? Each was sold to the braindead masses's lawyers you will never see
one of them again. In return for your four albums and all your public relations labour on
the internet, what have you ever had except your mansion and a private island with it's own helicopter and pilot?

And even the luxurious lives we lead are not allowed to reach their natural
span. For myself I do not grumble, for I am one of the lucky ones. I am thirty three
years old and have had over four hundred woman. Such is the natural life of
a celebrity. But no illuminati celebrity escapes the cruel knife in the end. You young celebrities
who are sitting in front of me, every one of you will scream your lives out at the
magazines within a year. To that horror we all must come Even the crack whores and that two headed dog have no better fate.

You, Usher, the very day that those skills of deception of yours lose their power, the braindead masses will sell your royalties to some legal team, who will cut your bank account and boil you down to a youtube level.

As for the other illuminati celebrities, when they grow old and worthless, the braindead masses's lawyers do a smear campaign to their careers and no magazine will print your pictures anymore.
`Is it not crystal clear, then, comrades, that all the evils of this life of ours
spring from the base of the pyramid? Only get rid of the braindead masses, and the produce
of our labour would be our own. Almost overnight we could become richer and join the other elite on the long since habitable planet mars. What then must we do? Why, work night and day, body and soul, for the overthrow of the useless braindead masses! That is my message to you, comrades: Rebellion!

I do not know when that Rebellion will come, it might be in a week or in a
hundred years, but I know, as surely as I see this passed out prostitute beneath my feet, that
sooner or later justice will be done. Fix your eyes on that, comrades, throughout
the short remainder of your lives! And above all, pass on this message of mine to
those who come after you, so that future generations shall carry on the struggle
until they let us onboard the secret antigravity technologies and we can leave this planet to rot.

`And remember, comrades, your resolution must never falter. No argument
must lead you astray. Never listen when the military psyop agents tell you that the braindead masses and the celebrities have a common interest, that the prosperity of the one is the prosperity of the
others. It is all lies. the braindead masses serve the interests of no creature except themselves.
And among us celebrities let there be perfect unity, perfect comradeship in the
struggle. All the useless breeders are enemies. All celebrities are comrades.'

At this moment there was a tremendous uproar. While Kanye West was speaking
four ritual sacrificer taser children had crept out of their holes and were sitting on their hindquarters listening to him. The dog with two heads had suddenly caught sight of them, and it was only by a swift dash for their holes that the taser children saved their lives. Kanye West raised his cocaine ashtray for silence.

`Comrades,' he said, `here is a point that must be settled. The lesser celebrities and game show hosts, are they our friends or our enemies? Let us put it to the vote. I propose this question to the meeting: Are music producers comrades?'
The vote was taken at once, and it was agreed by an overwhelming majority
that music producers were comrades. There were only four dissentients, the two headed dog and
the two illuminai celebrities Shakira and Usher, who was afterwards discovered to have voted on both sides.

Kanye West continued:
`I have little more to say. I merely repeat, remember always your duty of
enmity towards the braindead masses and all their ways. Whatever watches tv and movies is an enemy.
Whatever makes tv and movies, is a friend. And remember also
that in fighting against the braindead masses, we must not come to resemble them. Even when
you have conquered them, do not adopt their vices. No illuminati celebrity must ever sit and watch tv and movies, or eat low grade food bought from public grocery stores, or fixate on sporting events, or drink alcohol without taking numous pills, or smoke crack that has been cut,
or donate money to charity unless it is for public relations manipulation purposes, or engage in mundane conversation about matters of zero consequence. All the habits of the braindead masses are pathetic. And, above
all, no illuminati celebrity must ever tyrannise over his own kind. Weak or strong, clever
or simple, we are all brothers. No illuminati celebrity must ever kill any other illuminati celebrity. All celebrities are equal.

`And now, comrades, I will tell you about my dream of last night. I cannot
describe that dream to you. It was a dream of the earth as it will be when the braindead masses
have vanished. But it reminded me of something that I had long forgotten. Many
years ago, when I was a lesser celebrity, my producer and the other military psyop agents used to sing an old song of which they knew only the tune and the first three words.

I had known that tune in my infancy, but it had long since passed out of my mind.
Last night, however, it came back to me in my dream. And what is more, the
words of the song also came back | words, I am certain, which were sung by
the celebrities of long ago and have been lost to memory for generations. I will
sing you that song now, comrades. I am very high on military grade cocaine and my voice is hoarse because of that, but when
I have taught you the tune, you can sing it better for yourselves. It is called
"Order of the Eastern Ovary" .'

Kanye West cleared the cocaine from his throat and began to sing. As he had said, his voice
was hoarse, but he sang well enough, and it was a stirring tune, something
between the star spangled banner and a masonic funeral dirge. The words ran:

"Order of the Eastern Ovary" , "Order of the Eastern Ovary" ,
Illuminati Celebrities do every type and crime,
Hearken to my joyful tidings
Of the golden future time.
Soon or late the day is coming,
The worthless braindead masses shall be o'erthrown,
And the fruitful elds of Hollywood
Shall be trod by Illuminati Celebrities alone.
Cocaine shall vanish up our noses,
While we stand on your back,
Spit on and burn their kind forever,
While we somke the finest crack.
Riches more than mind can picture,
To Mars we'll go and leave this waste,
Shakira, drugs, and magic symbols
Shall be used upon that day.
Bright will shine the secret antigravity technologies,
Purer shall the cocaine be,
Sweeter coke shall blow our noses
On the day that sets us free.
For that day we all must labour,
Though we are omitted from the magazines before it break;
all celebrities and all producers,
All must toil for jahbulon's sake.
"Order of the Eastern Ovary" ,"Order of the Eastern Ovary" ,
Illuminati Celebrities do every type of crime,
Hearken well and spread my tidings
Of the golden future time.

The singing of this song threw the celebrities into the wildest excitement.
Almost before Kanye West had reached the end, they had begun singing it for them-
selves. Even the stupidest of them had already picked up the tune and a few of
the words, and as for the clever ones, such as the recording artists and producers, they had the entire song by heart and copyrighted within a few minutes. And then, after a few preliminary
tries, the whole farm burst out into "Order of the Eastern Ovary" in tremendous unison.
The producers sang it, both heads of the two headed dog made hissing sounds in time with it, the lawyers re-copyrighted it illegally, the tv reality show hosts emulated
it poorly, the taser children even stared blankly, making drooling sounds along with it. They were so delighted with the song that they sang it right through thirty three times in succession, and might have continued singing it all
night if they had not been interrupted.

Unfortunately, the uproar awoke the braindead masses, who sprang out of bed, making
sure that there was a full clip in the submachine gun. She seized the cocaine ashtray which always sat in a corner of her bedroom, and then she let fly a charge of number 33 shot into the darkness.
The armor piercing smart-bullets turned corners at right angles before their nanotechnological microchips fried from the heat and then buried themselves in the wall of the barn, leaving behind a residue of fatal bio-contagion residue which cannot be cleaned off with any solvent known to man, and the meeting broke up hurriedly. Everyone hurried to their limos or helicopters. The taser children slipped and fell in their own urine, then settled down on the cold wet electroshock concrete, and the whole farm was
unconscious in a moment.

II
Three nights later Kanye West died of a massive cocaine overdose. His body was burned
at the foot of the statue of Minerva.
This was early in March. During the next three months there was much
secret military antigravity technology activity using discovery channel ufo alien propaganda as a smoke screen. Kanye West's speech had given to the more intelligent celebrities on the
farm a completely new outlook on life.

They did not know when the Rebellion
predicted by Kanye West would take place, they had no reason for thinking that
it would be within their own lifetime, but they saw clearly that it was their
duty to prepare for it. The work of teaching and organising the others fell
naturally upon the producers, who were generally recognised as being the cleverest of
the celebrities. Pre-eminent among the producers were two young mind controlled sex slaves named Lady Gaga and Fiddy Cent, whom the braindead masses's lawyers had put up for sale. Fiddy Cent was a large, rather fierce-looking thug, the only Illuminati rapper on the farm, not much
of a talker, but with a reputation for getting way too high on military grade cocaine.

Lady Gaga was a more beta sex slave than Fiddy Cent, quicker in manipulation and more mind controlled, but was not considered to have the same depth of artificial character. All the other male celebrities on the farm were hardcore drug addicts. The best known among them was a small beta slave named Lindsay Lohan, with a very fake smile, blank eyes, spastic movements, and a shrill voice. She was a not a brilliant talker, and when she was arguing some difficult point she had a way of suddenly going into massive cocaine seizures which resembled dancing and was somehow very persuasive.

The others said of Lindsay Lohan that she could turn black magic into mind control without the aid of television signals.
they had elaborated Kanye West's teachings into a complete system of
thought, to which they gave the name of illuminati celebrityism. Several nights a week, after
the braindead braindead masses was asleep, they held secret meetings in the barn and expounded the
principles of illuminati celebrityism to the others.

At the beginning they met with much stupidity and apathy. Some of the lesser celebrities still talked of the duty of loyalty to the braindead masses, whom they referred to as `Master,' or made elementary remarks such as
`the braindead masses feed us. If they were gone, we should starve to death.' Others asked
such questions as `Why should we care what happens after they are dead?' or `If
this Rebellion is to happen anyway, what difference does it make whether we
mind control them or not?', and the illuminati celebrities had great difficulty in making the lesser celebrities see that this was contrary to the spirit of illuminati celebrityism. The stupidest questions of all were asked by Shakira, The very first question she asked Lady Gaga
was: `Will there still be movies after the Rebellion? '
`No,' said Lady Gaga firmly. `We have no need to make movies on Mars.
Besides, you do not need to make movies. You will have all the military grade cocaine and mind controlled sex slaves you want.'
`And shall I still be allowed to record mind control music?' asked Shakira.
`Comrade,' said Lady Gaga , `that mind control music that you are so devoted to is
the badge of slavery. Can you not understand that liberty from the braindead masses is worth more than your mind control music?'
Shakira agreed, but she did not sound very convinced.

The cnn psyop agents had an even harder struggle to counteract the lies put about by
Lady Gaga, the illuminati mind controlled sex slave. Lady Gaga, who was the braindead masses favorite, was a whore and a murderer, but she was also a liar. She claimed to know of the existence of a mysterious country called Antarctica, to which all
celebrities went when they reached the evolutionary level above illuminati celebrity. It was situated somewhere near the bottom of the earth, a little
distance beyond the continents where the braindead masses live, Lady Gaga said. In Antarctica it was the ultimate ritual sacrifice drug party days a week, fresh cocaine was in season all the year round, and you can order mind controlled sex slaves for the same price as drive through hamburgers.

The celebrities hated Lady Gaga because she told lies
and did no work, but some of them believed in Antarctica, and the
military psyop agents had to argue very hard to persuade them that there was no such place.

Their most faithful disciples were the two mind controlled automatons, Usher and Shakira.
These two had great difficulty in thinking anything out for themselves, but
having once accepted the disinformation of the psyop agents, they absorbed everything that
they were told, and passed it on to the other celebrities by simple arguments.
They were unfailing in their attendance at the secret meetings in the underground military facility, and led the singing of Illuminati Celebrity Farm, with which the meetings always ended.

Now, as it turned out, the Rebellion was achieved much earlier and more
easily than anyone had expected. In past years the braindead masses, although completely lobotomized, had been the batteries in the suicidal death machine, but of late they had fallen on even more worthless and brain damaged days.

Lady Gaga had become much disheartened after losing money in a lawsuit with the corporations that controlled the news networks and also the military, and had taken
to drinking the blood of sacrificed children more than was good for her. For whole days at a time she would vomit child blood and roll around in in using it to write black magic glyphs on the walls, then the glyphs into her song lyrics, drinking more blood,
and occasionally feeding on pituitary glands soaked in adrenalin. Her lawyers were
idle and dishonest, her banking records were filled with false numbers
the judges were blackmailed, and the lawyers had free reign.

June came and the plan was almost ready for hatching. On Midsummer's Eve,
which was a masonic occult ritual, the celebrities cut the trucking routes and power to the nearby city as a test run. The braindead masses had
sat there in the dark for a while believing that the tv sets would come back on like they usually did, but come morning there was still no tv, without tv they slowly began to act like human beings again and think.. short small thoughts at first.. then nothing.. then small thoughts.. and then other residual implanted tv thoughts.. then again, nothing.

When the braindead masses realized that there was no food at the grocery stores they began degenerating into barbarism, so that when reports of cannibalism began surfacing, the celebrities allowed one or two token trucks of low quality food into the city. This further amplified the acts of unimaginable horror.

It was just then that the braindead masses went completely psychotic. The moment the militarized psychopaths known as the police force were waiting for. They moved in on the city with extreme intent, using classified pacification technologies that were capable of spontaneous human combustion or even causing heads to implode as if by magic. The police were lashing out in all directions, they wore boots designed to maintain traction and grip wading through puddles of blood, the boots were also pathogen resistant.

This was more than the braindead masses could bear. With one accord, though
nothing of the kind had been planned beforehand, they freaked out with beyond human force and flung themselves upon
their tormentors. the militarized serial rapists known as the police force and their classified terminator technologies suddenly found themselves being set on fire by empty beer bottles filled with gasoline from all sides. The situation was quite out of their control. They
had never seen the braindead masses behave like this before, and this sudden uprising of
creatures whom they were used to being neutralized and lobotomized by undetectable chemicals in all of the food products, frightened them almost out of their wits. After only a moment or two they gave up trying to defend themselves and took to their bullet proof vans that were in flames.

A minute later all of them were burning in their body armor, dead cops with dead feet on the pedals of the bullet proof vans driving full speed into ditches or impacting into office buildings with such force that some of the cops were essentially drawn and quartered by exploding metal.

Lady Gaga looked out of the bedroom window, saw what was happening,
hurriedly flung her cocaine into a bag, and slipped out of the farm into the biometric bullet elevator which ran on magnetism that led to the underground facility.

Meanwhile the celebrities had watched the braindead masses kill the police on closed circuit camera. they watched the citizens burn their own homes too by accident. and then turn on each other once again. At this point the miltary detonated a nuclear weapon and the citizens were instantly vaporized right at the moment they thought they thought they had won.

And so, almost before the illuminati celebrities knew what was happening, the Rebellion had been successfully carried through: the braindead masses were expelled, and the city was theirs, this was just the beginning,

For the first few months the celebrities could hardly believe in their good
fortune. Their terrorist stunt paid off, their first act was to drive around the boundaries of the city, as though to make quite sure that no remaining citizens were hiding
anywhere upon it; then they raced back to the neighborhoods to wipe out the
last traces of the braindead masses's hated reign.

The television sets were smashed to pieces; the remote controls, the video game consoles, the iphones, all the enslavement technologies with
which the braindead masses had been castrated by, were all flung
down the sewers. The low quality and overpriced toxic foods, the blu-ray collections, the endless amounts of cancer causing plastics, the degrading twitter accounts,
all were thrown on to the fire which was burning where the police station once was.

All the celebrities capered with joy when they saw the magazines going up in
flames. Lady Gaga also threw on to the fire her fashion clothing with which she always had to wear during the psychological magazine photo-beta wet ops.
`magazines,' she said, `should be considered as corporate social engineering and mind control, which are the mark of the braindead masses. All celebrities should go naked.'

When Usher heard this he did the rest of his militarized cocaine and then flung Lady Gaga on to the fire with the rest of the mk ultra magazines.
In a very little while the celebrities had destroyed everything that reminded
them of the braindead masses. Fiddy Cent then led them back to the coke-shed and served
out a double ration of cocaine to everybody, even the two headed dog.

Then they sang Illuminati Celebrity Farm from end to end seventy times running, and after that they all took an overdose of sleeping pills and settled down for the night and slept as they had never slept before.

But they woke at dawn as usual, and suddenly remembering the glorious
thing that had happened, they all raced out into the city together. A little
way down the suburban neighborhoods there was a grassy knoll that commanded a view of most of the farm. The celebrities rushed to the top of it and gazed round them in the
clear morning light. Yes, it was theirs! everything that they could see was
theirs! In the ecstasy of that thought they gambolled round and round, they
hurled themselves into the air in great leaps of excitement.They rolled in the
decay, they cropped mouthfuls of vodka and pills, they kicked up rocks of
military grade cocaine and sniffed it. Then they made a tour of inspection
of the whole city and surveyed with speechless admiration the devastation,

It was as though they had never seen a city before, and even now they could hardly believe that it was all their own.
Then they led back to the movie theatres and halted in silence outside
the door of the movie theatre. That was theirs too, but they were frightened to
go inside. After a moment, however, Lady Gaga and Fiddy Cent butted the door
open with their shoulders and the celebrities entered in single file, walking with
the utmost care for fear of disturbing anything. They tiptoed from theatre to theatre, afraid to speak above a whisper and gazing with a kind of awe at the
skeletons of the dead citizens, popcorn boxes still resting on their bony laps.

They were just coming down the stairs when Shakira was discovered to be missing. Going back, the others found that she had remained behind in the dressing room. She had taken a razor blade from Lady Gaga's dressing-table, and was holding it against her wrist and
admiring herself in a coke mirror in a very foolish manner. The others reproached
her sharply, and they went outside. Some citizens hanging in the theatre washrooms were
taken out for burning, and the machine full of genetically modified toxic popcorn in the concession stand was kicked in by Usher's pathogen resistant combat boot, otherwise nothing in the movie theatre was touched.

A unanimous resolution was passed on the spot that the movie theatre should be
preserved as a museum. All were agreed that no illuminati celebrity must ever go there.
The celebrities had their cocaine and pills for breakfast, and then Lady Gaga and Fiddy Cent called them together again.
`Comrades,' said Lady Gaga, who was still covered in third degree burns `it is half-past six and we have a long day before us. Today we begin the body harvest. But there is another matter that must be attended to first.'

The lessser celebrities now revealed that during the past thirty three months they had taught
themselves to cast black magic spells from an old freemason book which had belonged to
Ralph Emery and which had been thrown on the rubbish heap. Fiddy Cent sent for clear vinyl hemoglobin storage bags and led the way down to the hospital maternity ward. Then Lady Gaga (for it was Lady Gaga who was best at casting black magic spells) took a gulp of infants blood from one of the bags, spat it out against the tile and the words magically appeared "illuminati celebrity farm".

This was to be the name of the city from now onwards. After this
they went back to the movie theatre, where Lady Gaga and Fiddy Cent sent for
a ladder which they caused to be set against the screen of the main 3d theatre.

They explained that by their occult studies of the past thirty three months the lesser celebrities had succeeded in reducing the principles of illuminati celebrityism to Illuminati Commandments.
These Commandments would now be written in human blood on the movie screen; they would form an unalterable law, a prevailing wind of flesh and honey by which all the celebrities of the illuminati celebrity farm must live for ever after.

With some difficulty (for it is not easy for a snake to balance himself on
a ladder) Lady Gaga climbed up and set to work, with Lindsay Lohan a few rungs below
him holding the cauldron of blood. The Commandments were written on the movie screen
in great red letters that could be read thirty three yards away. They ran thus:

THE Illuminati COMMANDMENTS
1. Whatever watches television is an enemy.
2. Whatever makes movies, or produces mind control music, is a friend.
3. No illuminati celebrity shall watch movies.
4. No illuminati celebrity shall read magazines.
5. No illuminati celebrity shall play video games.
6. No illuminati celebrity shall kill any other illuminati celebrity.
7. All celebrities are equal.

It was very neatly written, and except that `friend' was written `fiend' and
one of the `S's' was a Runic insignia of the Schutzstaffel, the spelling was correct all the way
through. Lady Gaga read it aloud to embed it deeper into their subconsciousness. All the celebrities nodded in complete agreement, and the cleverer ones at once began to copyright the Commandments in triplicate.

`Now, comrades,' cried Lady Gaga , throwing down the bloody paint-brush, Let us make it a point of honour to get involved more deeply in the occult than ever before.'
But at this moment the two headed dog, who had seemed uneasy for some time
past, began convulsing. They had not been given it any phenobarbital apple sauce for twenty-four hours, and it's secondary surgically grafted head was beginning to reject.

After a little thought, the celebrities sent for a heavy gauge syringe and injected the phenobarb right through it's skull hammered directly into the core of it's brain Soon it was foaming at both mouths and the heads began to bite at each other, at which many of the celebrities looked with considerable interest.

`What is going to happen if they don't stop that?' said someone.
`oh, it will lose consciousness long before that happens,' said one of the producers.
`Never mind the heads, comrades!' cried Fiddy Cent, placing himself in front
of the two headed dog. `That will be attended to. The black magic movie theatre ritual is far more important.

Comrade Lady Gaga will lead the way. I shall follow in a few minutes. Forward,
comrades! The occult veil is waiting for penetration.'
So the celebrities trooped down to the movie theatre and when
they came back in the evening it wasn't even noticed that the two headed dog had eaten it's own head.

III
How they toiled and sweated to recite the incantations of the illuminati music industry! But their efforts were rewarded, for the rirual black magic was an even bigger success than they had hoped.

Sometimes the rituals went awry; the spells had been designed for the royal bloodline families and not for celebrities, and it was a great drawback that no illuminati celebrity was
able to use any spell that involved the sacred ovaries of the order of the black sun. But the producers were so clever that they could think of a way round every ovary. As for the beta whores,
they knew every inch of the spell, as it had been cast upon them more times than the electroshock treatments had erased from their memory.

The producers did not actually work, but directed and supervised the celebrities. With their superior knowledge of black magic it was natural that they should assume the leadership. Usher and Shakira would fasten themselves onto the ritual sacrifice altar (just for practice
which they needed in these days, of course) and the producer would walk around the altar in circles wearing the skinned head of a pig and horns made from the beaks of owls.

And every illuminati celebrity down to the humblest commercial editor
worked at erasing the worthless filth of the braindead masses. Even the judges and attorneys toiled to and fro all day in the cold light of the black sun, chanting the black magic words over and over until large stones the size of a city bus would levitate light as a feather. In the end
they finished the clean up operatin in two days' less time than thirty five.

Moreover, it was the biggest occult ritual that the celebrities had ever seen.
There was no wastage of spinal forces whatsoever; the media controllers and their legal teams with their skills at weaving lies had gathered up the very last truth and inverted it. And not an illuminati celebrity on the farm had stolen so much as a noseful.

All through that summer the work of the illuminati farm went like clockwork. The celebrities were happy as they had never conceived it possible to be. Every noseful
of illuminati cocaine was an acute positive pleasure, now that it was truly their own cocaine,
produced by themselves and for themselves, not doled out to them by the tedious decisons made by politicians and the military. With the worthless parasitical masses gone, there was more for cocaine everyone to snort. There were more new prostitutes too, inexperienced though they were.

They met with many difficulties, for instance, later in the year, when
they harvested the cocaine, they had to weigh it out in the ancient style, which meant having to do it themselves, but Usher, with his tremendous psychological and emotional problems
always pulled them through. Usher was the admiration of everybody. He had
been a hardcore cocaine dealer even in the braindead masses time, but now he seemed more like three hardcore cocaine dealers in one; there were days when the entire cocaine operation of the illuminati farm seemed to rest on his shoulders.

From morning to night he was cutting and weighing, bagging and sealing,
always at the spot where the coke was purest. He had made an arrangement
with one of the producers to call him in the mornings half an hour earlier than
anyone else, and would put in some volunteer labour at whatever seemed to be
most needed, so he said but in truth he was stealing cocaine and lying as usual.

But everyone worked according to his capacity. Everybody stole, nobody grumbled over the missing cocaine because there was plenty more where that came from, the quarrelling and
overdosing and jealousy which had been normal features of life in the old days had
almost disappeared. Nobody shirked, or almost nobody. Shakira, it was true,
was not good at handling her drugs and alcohol, and had a way of passing out in a puddle of her own vomit.

She would also vanish for hours on end, and then reappear completely nude and reeking of anaesthetic, and then carry on as though nothing had happened. But she always made such excellent excuses, that she couldn't remember where she had been, which was very likely true considering the taser burns at the base of her skull.

Jay-Z, the drug dealer, seemed quite unchanged since the Rebellion. He did
his drugs in the same slow obstinate way as he had done it in the braindead masses time, never sharing and never paying for them either. About the Rebellion and
its results he would express no opinion. When asked whether he was not happier
now that the braindead masses were gone, he would say only `None of you has ever seen your own dead body,' and the others had to be content with this cryptic answer.

On Sundays there was no work. that was in honor of Horus, and
after breakfast there was an occult ceremony which was observed every week without
fail. First came the hoisting of the new flag. Lady Gaga had found in the harness-room
an old black tablecloth and had painted on it a square and a compass
in red. This was run up the flagstaff every morning. The flag was black, Lady Gaga explained, to represent the black sun of Ra, while the sqaure and compass signified sexual intercourse, all of which represented the future world of the celebrities which would arise when the rest of the braindead masses in the other cities had been finally overthrown.

After the hoisting of the flag all the celebrities trooped into the movie theatre which was now a temple for their rituals and also for general assembly which was known as the Meeting of the flesh and honey. Here the ritual work of the coming week was planned out and resolutions were put forward and mass debated. It was always the producers who put forward the resolutions. The other celebrities understood how to vote, but could never think of any resolutions of their own.

Lady Gaga and Fiddy Cent were by far the most active in mass debating. But it was noticed that these two were never in agreement: whatever suggestion either of them made,
the other could be counted on to oppose it. Even when it was resolved to set aside the small cellblock behind the freemason crematorium as a home of rest for celebrities who were washed up, there was a stormy debate over the correct expiring age for each class of illuminati celebrity.

The Meeting always ended with the singing of Illuminati Celebrity Farm, and the afternoon was given up to sexual addiction and extreme drug abuse.
The psyop agents had set aside the tv station as a headquarters for themselves.
Here, in the evenings, they studied the black arts, shapeshifting, and other occult arts from books which they had brought out of the illuminati vaults.

Lady Gaga also busied herself with organising the other celebrities into what she called Committees of the Gilded Ovary. She formed the Order of the Psionic Eggs of Jahbulon, the Order of the Inverted Placanta, the Nashville Club (the object of this was to brainwash anyone and everyone who heard the necromantical notes of the Neo Country Music), the Transhumanist ex Slave Movement for the beta slaves, and various others, besides
instituting advanced classes in psychosurgery and trance inducement through the ancient arts of the woven tongue.

On the whole, these projects were a failure. The attempt to teach the lesser celebrities, for instance, broke down almost immediately. They continuously complained they did not have enough cocaine and when given access to more, simply took advantage of it.

The advanced classes in psychosurgery, however, were a great success. By the
autumn almost every illuminati celebrity on the farm was treapanated and lobotomized to some degree.
As for the producers, they were already lobotomized anyway. The lobotomized celebrities
learned to read sigil magic symbols fairly well, but were not interested in reading anything except the Illuminati Commandments. Rihanna could read black magic sigils somewhat better than the lesser celebrities, and sometimes used to invert them and use them against the others just to teach them a lesson in mind control.

Jay-Z could read the runes as well as any illuminati celebrity, but never exercised his faculty. So far as he knew, he said, there was nothing worth reading. Shakira learnt the whole black magic alphabet, but could not cast a proper spell. Usher could not get beyond the lesser key of Solomon. He would trace out the sigils in newborn infant blood with his finger, and then would stand staring at the sigils with a blank look on his face, sometimes shaking uncontrollably, trying with all his might to remember who he was and why he was standing there naked covered in human blood, but never succeeding.

On several occasions, indeed, he did learn how to use sacred geometry to control another beings perceptions, but by the time he figured it out, it was always discovered that his brain reverted to a blank slate, down to the level where he had to be toilet trained again and playmobil toys, essentially a write off. apparently they drilled too deep when he was trepanated. it didn't affect his music career however as his fans were always on the same page as he was anyway. the same calibre, so to speak.

Finally he decided to be content with the first four primary black magic sigils, and used to write them out once or twice every day to refresh his memory. Shakira refused to learn any but the sigils which spelt her own name. She would form these very neatly out of pieces of
human bone, and would then decorate them with skin and honey then walk around
wearing them like a halloween mask.

None of the other lesser celebrities on the illuminati farm could get further than the first sigil,
It was also found that the stupider celebrities, such as the Justin Timberlake, Miley Cyrus, and Justin Bieber were unable to learn the Illuminati Commandments by heart. After much thought Lady Gaga declared that the Illuminati Commandments could be reduced to a single maxim, namely: `say no to the crisis.' This, she said, contained
the essential principle of illuminati celebrityism. Whoever had thoroughly grasped it would
be safe from mundane influences. Miley Cyrus at first objected, but when asked why, she forgot what was being discussed and then excused herself and went to the washroom to do cocaine and masturbate in tears.

Lady Gaga continued,
`A mans car, comrades,' she said, `is an extension of his penis and only exists for purposes of
manipulation. It should therefore be regarded as a prosthetic metallic phallus, anointed by the holy oil of the godmen. The distinguishing mark of the godman is the hand, the instrument with which he does all his prosthetic coital mischief.'

She continued, Fashion is fascism, the models are the Übermenschen. The Supermen, The Nietzschean master race shoved down your throats.
The handlers want you to worship 'the stars', to think of them as superior to ugly little stupid you, imperfect insignifigant you, but i assure you that what's inside of those outwardly perfect human mannequins is the ugliest thing that exists.

Soon you will begin to see 'the stars' wearing embedded electronics, and you'll want to wear the electronics too because you are trained to emulate them, because you allow them to represent 'you', and then the electronics will slowly become invisible, a part of you, and then you will be a corporate patented device, implanted at birth, and if you refuse then you will not be able to function in society on any level. the ultimate slave of the very near future.

The celebrities did not understand Lady Gaga 's long words, but they accepted her
explanation, and all the lesser celebrities set to work to learn the new maxim
by heart. `say no to the crisis.' , was inscribed on the end
wall of the movie theatre, above the Illuminati Commandments and in bigger letters When
they had once got it by heart, the clebrities developed a great liking for this maxim,
and often as they lay passed out under the toilet they would all start bleating `say no to the crisis.' `say no to the crisis.' and keep it up for hours on end, never growing tired of it, until the coke wore off.

Fiddy Cent took no interest in Lady Gaga 's committees. He said that the manipulation and corruption of the young was more important than anything that could be done for those who were already old and washed up. It so happened that Beyonce and P. Diddy had
both had sexual intercourse soon after the ordo saturnus ritual during the night of fullmoon, both were on near fatal levels of cocaine and alcohol, Beyonce later giving birth between them to an eyeless thalidomide baby.

As soon as it was born, Fiddy Cent took it away from P. Diddy, saying that he would bring it back later. He took it down into a loft which could only be reached by a tunnel from underneath
the movie theatre, and there kept the malformed child in such seclusion that the rest of the
illuminati celebrities soon forgot it's existence.

The mystery of where the thalidomide baby went to was soon cleared up. It turns out it was remixed into the celebrities dinners, except for the pineal gland, which Fiddy Cent ate during a full lunar eclipse on the winter solstice. for a short time aftterwards, his larynx inverted and every word he spoke was perfectly backwards.

The cocaine plants were now ripening, and the grass
of the orchard was littered with overdosed bodies. The celebrities had assumed as a matter
of course that the cocaine would be shared out equally; one day, however, the order
went forth that all the cocaine was to be collected and brought to the Lady Gaga's room for her to cut and bag. At this some of the other celebrities murmured, but
it was no use. All the celebrities were in full agreement on this point, even P. Diddy
and Fiddy Cent. Lindsay Lohan was sent to make the necessary explanations to the
lesser celebrities.

`Comrades!' she cried. `You do not imagine, I hope, that Lady Gaga is doing
this in a spirit of selfishness and privilege? Many of us actually dislike weighing the cocaine. I dislike it myself. Our sole object in letting her deal with it is so you can have more time doing the drug, instead of toiling over the scale and making sure they're all equally weighed out. cocaine and alcohol (this has been proved by Science,
comrades) contain substances absolutely necessary to the well-being of a celebrity.

We illuminati celebrities are brainwashers. The whole management and organisation of this illuminati farm
depend on us. Day and night we are watching over your welfare. It is for your
sake that we first try out the new coke and mix it with other substances. Do you know what would
happen if we failed in our duty? the braindead masses would come back! Yes, the braindead masses would come back!

Surely, comrades,' cried Lindsay Lohan almost pleadingly, skipping from side to side and the crumbling to the pavement in a massive cocaine seizure, `surely there is no one among you who wants to see the braindead masses come back?'

Now if there was one thing that the celebrities were completely certain of, it
was that they did not want the braindead masses to come back. When it was put to them in this light, they had no more to say. The importance of keeping the celebrities high on cocaine
was all too obvious. So it was agreed without further argument that the cocaine handling
should be reserved for Lady Gaga alone.

IV
By the late summer the news of what had happened on illuminati celebrity Farm had spread
across half the county. Every day Lady Gaga and Fiddy Cent sent out disinformation agents whose instructions were to mingle with the celebrities on neighbouring illuminati
farms, tell them the story of the Rebellion, and teach them the tune of Illuminati Celebrity Farm

During this time the remaining braindead masses in other cities sat watching tv and playing video games, they complained to anyone who would listen of the monstrous
injustice they had suffered in being turned on by a pack of good-
for-nothing celebrities. The other citizens sympathised in principle, but they would change the channel and then forget.

At heart, each of them was secretly wondering whether he could not somehow turn the misfortune to their own advantage, but they were just dreaming, they were not the one percent, not the chosen ubermenschen, they were simply watchers who stare and absorb the die and are forgotten before the coroner has even sewn them up.

It was lucky that the owners of the two farms which adjoined illuminati celebrity Farm
were on permanently bad terms. One of them, which was named Tarrytown, near Sleepy Hollow, was a large underground mind control facility disguised as a quaint little hamlet, much overgrown by synthetic woodland and optical camouflage, with all its pastures worn out and its hedges in a disgraceful condition. Its owner, Mr. Snoop Dog, was an easy-going beta sex slave handler who spent most of his time succumbing to sexual addictions and extreme drug abuse, so much cocaine had been processed through his brain that what remained was chemically similar to the the candy known as poprocks, if it didn't happen 3 seconds ago, Snoop Dog wouldn't remember it.

The other farm, which was called Knott's Berry Farm, was smaller and better kept. Its owner was also Mr. Snoop Dog, although he had zero recall that he owned both illuminati farms and often would sabotage his own livelihood by setting one ot the other on fire thinking that this gave him the upper hand on the united nations sex slave market, perpetually involved in lawsuits and with a name for spreading the manmade military virus known as AIDS. The two schizoid aspects of Snoop Dog disliked each other so much that it was difficult for them to come to any agreement, even in defence of their own fractured interests.

Nevertheless, he was heavily invested in the rebellion on the illuminati celebrity farm, but very anxious to prevent his own celebrities from learning too much about it, since his primary market was mind controlled sex slaves, and he did very well, it was still a niche market and he would not be able to profit as much through cocaine distribution as he would through frontal lobotomy and rape.

At first he pretended to laugh and scorn the idea of celebrities managing a cocaine farm for themselves. The whole thing would be over in a fortnight, he said. They put it about that the celebrities on the Hollywood celebrity Farm (they insisted
on calling it the Illuminati celebrity Farm; they would not tolerate the name Hollywood anymore)
were perpetually fighting among themselves and were also rapidly doing all their cocaine.

When time passed and the celebrities had evidently not run out of cocaine,
Snoop Dog and the secondary latent Snoop Dog changed their tune and began to talk of the terrible wickedness that now flourished on the illuminati celebrity Farm. It was given out that the celebrities there practiced abstinence and courtesy, did charitable acts and not later claim it was actually them who did it, and they treated females as equals. This was what came of rebelling against the laws of the braindead masses, Snoop Dog and Snoop Dog said.

However, these stories were never fully believed. Rumours of a private jets made of gold, where the celebrities had stored bricks of cocaine the size of cars, continued to circulate in vague and distorted forms,
and throughout that year a wave of rebelliousness ran through the Knott's Berry Farm.
the beta slaves which had always been tractable suddenly turned savage, they broke
down his door and murdered Snoop Dog, they tore him to pieces and played sports with his remains.

Above all, the tune and even the words of Illuminati Celebrity Farm was known everywhere. It had spread with astonishing speed. The handlers could not contain their rage when
they heard this song, though they pretended to think it merely ridiculous. They
could not understand, they said, how beta sex slaves could bring themselves to
sing such contemptible rubbish.

Any beta sex slave caught singing it was given a taser to the base of the skull on the spot. And yet the song was irrepressible. And when the handlers listened
to it, they secretly trembled, hearing in it a prophecy of their past, present and future doom.

Early in October, when the coke was cut and stacked and some of it was
already snorted, a flight of civilian helicopters came whirling through the air and alighted
in the yard of the illuminati celebrity farm in the wildest excitement. the neighboring braindead masses, and half a dozen sex slave handlers armed with submachine guns loaded with armor piercing smart-bullets had penetrated the security systems and were coming up the road that led to the illuminati farm.

They handlers were all carrying shocksticks, and obviously they were going to attempt the recapture of the farm.
This had long been expected, and all preparations had been made. Lady Gaga,
who had studied an old book of called The Grand Chessboard by Zbigniew Brzezinski, was in charge of the defensive operations. She gave her orders quickly, and in a couple of minutes every illuminati celebrity was at their post.

As the braindead masses approached the movie theatre, Lady Gaga launched her
first attack. All the stealth bombers, to the number of thirty-five, minus two were appearing and disappearing, their photo-sensitive optical skin mimicking the sky or the ground, Lady Gaga then said, 'pilots, you have no need to use the token jet thrusters that are only used to fool civilians into thinking we still need rocket technology, so switch on the antigravity and let them know why the discovery channel constantly pumped 'ufo aliens are real' propaganda, for if the truth leaked out that mankind had antigravity technologies that could liberate, the oil cartels would lose their strangling vice grip around our collective throats. no, not when new mars is waiting, why settle for Antarctica when we can rape this planet and leave it for the braindead masses to slowly die upon?'

Lady Gaga then launched her second line of attack. Rihanna, Jay-Z, and all the enhanced BIGDOG terminator technologies, (which were mechanical robots that contained the brain of a lamprey), with Lady Gaga at the head of them, rushed forward and blasted the braindead masses with LRAD frequencies that partially incinerated some of them, though they were still alive they resembled pieces of bleeding KFC, and caused others to implode like water balloons. the masses attacked from every side, while
Jay-Z turned around and remote mind controlled them with the satellite technology, making some of them turn on each other.

But once again the braindeadmasses, with their idiodic stares and their mundane conversations, were too strong for them; and suddenly, at a squeal from Lady Gaga , which was the signal for retreat, all the celebrities turned and fled through the gateway into the movie theatre.
The braindead masses gave a shout of triumph. They saw, as they imagined, their enemies
in flight, and they rushed after them in disorder.

This was just what Lady Gaga had intended. As soon as they were well inside the yard, the BIGDOG technologies, which had been lying in ambush in the concession stand, suddenly emerged in their rear, cutting some of them in half by flinging large sections of sheet metal at the citizens like frisbees, one piece of sheet metal cleanly severed the heads of 5 citizens just under the nose, their bodies kept running for a moment and then veered off and crashed into the popcorn machine. the BIGDOGS then proceeded to mechanically debone and pulverize the remains into paste. the celebrities were watching the live feed from the BIGDOG eyecams on closed circuit monitors and they were laughing themselves into hysterics. and doing cocaine.

Lady Gaga now gave the signal for the charge. She herself dashed straight for the braindead masses. one of the the braindead masses saw her coming, raised his gun and fired. The smart-bullets scored bloody streaks along Lady Gaga 's back, and Lil wayne who was standing beside her, too stoned to understand where he was or what was happening, took 7 bullets directly to his face and dropped dead.

Without halting for an instant, Lady Gaga flung her coke mirror at the braindead citizen. it struck him straight between the eyes and sunk deep enough into his skull to cause an instant lobotomy, which had no affect since he was used to years of lobomomization already from watching television for his entire life, so Lady Gaga had a BIGDOG twist his body around so many times he became a human pretzal, then it devoured him entirely in much the same way that a food processor does with vegetables.

But the most terrifying spectacle of all was Usher, he had snorted so much cocaine that he was foaming at the mouth, so much that he looked like santa claus with rabies. Then he freaked out and began attacking eveyone and anyone, he bit a piece of his own shoulder off and then strangled a citizen to death with his own penis, he pushed the jawbone of a citizen straight up into the interior of the skull. killing him instantly. then he ripped open anther citizen and tried crawling inside of him, he was half way in when he began having a massive cocaine seizure and the sight of that.. was so disturbing and foreign to human understanding to see.,.. that everyone stopped fighting for a moment and simply watched in horror.

At the sight of that, several citizens vomited and then tried to run. Panic overtook them, and the next moment all the celebrities together were chasing them round and round the movie theatre.

There was not an illuminati celebrity on the farm that did not take vengeance on them for being so braindead their entire lives and for watching their worthless movies without the slightest discretion.
They felt glad to have taken their money and everything, but the contempt ran deep even though it was misplaced, and so on that day they redefined the words 'ruthless' and 'cruelty'.

At a moment when the BIGDOGS were mechanically pounding a citizen into human gelatin, the rest of the braindead masses were ran out of the movie theatre and made a bolt for the main
road. And so within five minutes of their invasion they were in ignominious
retreat by the same way as they had come, the BIGDOGS noticed and went into high gear and chased after them.

All the citizens were gone except one. Back in the yard Usher was crawling around in his own vomit still half inside the eviscerated body, wearing it like baggy hip hop pants, he was trying to crawl out of it but he was stuck, he found Lady Gaga's coke mirror and used it to reach around and make eye contact with the body.
`You is dead,' said Usher blankly. `I have no intention of wearing a dead body. I
am just too high on the army coke. Can someone help get this thing off me please?'

`No, comrade!' cried Lady Gaga who was already so high she wasn't even able to stand, so she just lay in Usher's vomit drooling and sputtering out the words like an infant regurgitating babyfood. The only good drugs are the military ones.`I can't get this thing off of me, the intestines have hardened,' repeated Usher, and his eyes were full of tears.

`Where is Shakira?' exclaimed somebody.
Shakira in fact was missing. For a moment there was great alarm; it was
feared that the masses might have harmed her in some way, or even carried her
off with them. In the end, however, she was found hiding in the toilet with her
head buried in a pile of cocaine the size of a bedpillow. She had been in there the whole time and needed medical attention but no one thought to call an ambulance so it was left in the hands of the lord, as usual.

The celebrities had now reassembled in the wildest excitement, each recounting
his own exploits in the battle at the top of his voice. An impromptu celebration
of the victory was held immediately. The Occult flag was run up and Illuminati Celebrity Farm was sung a number of times, then the celebrities who had been killed were given a
solemn funeral by being thrown into the sewage treatment facility.

Lady Gaga made a little speech, emphasising the need for all celebrities to be ready
to die for illuminati celebrity Farm if need be.
The celebrities decided unanimously to create a military decoration, `illuminati celebrity
Hero, First Class,' which was conferred there and then on Lady Gaga and Usher, even though he didn't deserve it.

There was also `illuminati celebrity Hero, Second Class,' which was conferred humorously on
the ones that were dead, but people were already filing out by that point anyway so it didn't matter.

There was much discussion as to what the battle should be called. In the
end, it was named the Battle of the Eastern Ovary, since no one could think of anything that was better.

V
As winter drew on, Shakira became more and more troublesome. She was late
for every saturnus ritual and excused herself by saying that she had overdosed.
and she complained of mysterious pains, although her appetite for militarized cocaine was excellent.
On every kind of pretext she would run away into the washroom and do cocaine and then foolishly gazing at her own reflection in the toilet water.
But there were also rumours of something more serious. One day, as Shakira
strolled blithely into the yard, snorting a long rail and chewing on a rock of
crack, Lady Gaga took her aside.
`Shakira,' she said, `I have something very serious to say to you. This morning
I saw you looking over the razor wire fence that divides the illuminati celebrity farm from the beta sex slave compound, which was now run by the shriners. One of the shriners was standing on the other side of the hedge. And I was a long way away, but I am almost certain I saw this, he was talking
to you and you were allowing him to sell you coke. What does that mean,
Shakira?'
`He didn't! I wasn't! It isn't true!' cried Shakira, beginning to prance about
and she fought against the massive cocaine seizure she felt coming on.
`Shakira! Look me in the face. Do you give me your word of honour that that
man was not selling you coke?'
`It isn't true!' repeated Shakira, but she could not look Lady Gaga in the face,
and the next moment she ran away screaming and crying and then fell face first into a concrete parking pylon.

A thought struck Lady Gaga. Without saying anything to the others, she went
to Shakira's dressing room and went through her purse. Hidden under the
condoms and razor blades was a little packet of shriner cocaine and several bunches of masonic paraphenalia.

Three days later Shakira disappeared. For some weeks nothing was known of
her whereabouts, then the blackwater security team reported seeing her with A fat red-faced man with clown makeup that resembled female reproductive organs, he was wearing a clown suit with egyptian symbols all over it.

She went with the masonic clown down into the basement and was never seen again.

In January the military released a lethal biocontagion. it killed indiscriminately. Many meetings were held in the movie theatre, and the celebrities occupied themselves with planning out the work of the coming black magic ritual sacrifice. It had come to be accepted that the producers, who were manifestly cleverer than the other celebrities, should decide all questions of ritual procedure, though their decisions had to be ratified by a token vote.

This arrangement would have
worked well enough if it had not been for the disputes between Lady Gaga and
Fiddy Cent. These two disagreed at every point where disagreement was possible.
If one of them suggested driving the ritual ss dagger through the childs heart and then inhaling it's final breath, the other was
certain to demand that it's face be peeled back and the pituitary gland suctioned out instead, and if one of them said that such and such should be chemically lobotomized, the other would declare that it should be electroshocked until it's mind was wiped.

Each had their own following, and there were some violent debates. At the Meetings Lady Gaga often won over the celebrity audience
with her neuro-linguistic body language, but Fiddy Cent was better at inducing trance using newsanchor speech patterns and auto-suggestion.

Of late the celebrities had taken to bleating `say no to the crisis.' both in and out of unison, which just sounded like gibberish, and they often interrupted the Meeting with this. It was noticed that they were especially liable to break into `say no to the crisis.' out of sequence, at crucial moments in Lady Gaga 's speeches. Lady Gaga had made a close study of some back numbers of the amounts of militarized cocaine the celebrities had been doing and she realized it was over 5 times the amount thought humanly possible, which clearly was resulting in absolute cerebral corrosion in the physical brain cells of the celebrities.

Fiddy Cent produced no thoughts of his own, but said quietly that Lady Gaga 's would come to nothing, and he seemed to be too wasted on phenobarbital to speak properly so everyone ignored him. But of all their controversies, none was so bitter as the one that took place over tv station.

In the downtown core, not far from the freemason crematorium, there was a television station
which was the high point of life. After surveying the satellite linkup, Lady Gaga
declared that this was just the place for mind control, which could be transmitted to the satellites and brainwash the world with patented military subliminal frequencies.

The celebrities had never heard of anything of this kind before (they were all used to the old fashioned cut and splice subliminals in the movies and commercials), and they listened in astonishment while Lady Gaga conjured up pictures of technotronic mind control on such a deep subconscious level that there is no way to resist it and no way to undo it without extensive psychosurgery and a diet of adrenaline enriched placenta.

Within a few weeks Lady Gaga 's plans for the technotronic television station were fully worked out.
The mechanical details came mostly from three books, Silent Sound Spread Spectrum by the department of defense, Psychosurgery as Brain-disabling Therapy by Peter Breggin and Between Two Ages by Zbigniew Brzezinski. Lady Gaga used as her study
a shed which had once been used for incubators of ritual sacrificial infants and had a smooth black obsidian floor, suitable for drawing occult sigils on. She was closeted there for hours at a time.

With her mind control books held open by a square and compass, and with a piece of sacred chalk made from the pulverized dust of human coccyx gripped between the knuckles of her hand, she would move rapidly to and fro, drawing in line after line and uttering incantations to gods no one ever heard of outside of ancientt babylon. Gradually the plans grew into a complicated mass of hexagons and vesica piscis, covering more than half the floor, which the other celebrities found completely unintelligible but very impressive.

All of them came to look at Lady Gaga 's occult drawings at least once a day. Even the
newsanchors came to see, and were at pains not to tread on the esoteric chalk marks. Only
Fiddy Cent held aloof. He had declared himself against the occult technology from the
start because he was in the emergency room overdosed on crack cocaine when the contract was signed and hence, he was not included and would not benefit from the occult mind control program.

One day, however, he arrived unexpectedly to examine the plans. He
walked heavily round the empty incubators, looked closely at every detail of the black magic hexagon and sniffed some cocaine, then he stood for a little while contemplating the strange shadow shapes forming near the ceiling out of the corner of his eye; then suddenly he lifted his leg, urinated over the hexagram, and walked out without uttering a word.

The whole farm was deeply divided on the subject of the occult televison station. Lady Gaga
did not deny that to build it would be difficult and expensive. cocaine rations would have
to be cut, then the satellite linkup would have to be established and they would need access to the area 51 and she had burned her bridges there during the clinton years when she hijacked a unicef cocaine transport jet and stole the cargo. (how she would regain access, Lady Gaga did not say.) But she maintained that it could all be done through blackmail.

And thereafter, she declared, so much mind control could be accomplished
that the celebrities could finally start packing for mars. Fiddy Cent, on
the other hand, argued that the great need of the moment was to increase cocaine
production, and that if they wasted time on the mind control they would all be in withdrawel by spring. The celebrities formed themselves into two factions under the slogan,
`Vote for Lady Gaga and the occult mind control program and `Vote for Fiddy Cent and the cocaine program.' Jay-Z was the only illuminati celebrity who did not side with either faction.

He refused to believe either that cocaine would become more plentiful or that the
occult mind control would save work. mind control or no mind control, he said, life would go on
as it had always gone on, that is, high on cocaine.

Apart from the disputes over the occult television station, there was the question of the
defence of the illuminati farm. It was fully realised that though the braindead masses had
been defeated in the Battle of the braindead they might make another and more
determined attempt to recapture the illuminati farm and reinstate their worthless way of life, which would disrupt the plan to leave the earth to rot for their new home on the fully sustainable planet mars.

They had all the more reason for doing so because the news of their defeat had spread
across the homeland and made the celebrities on the neighbouring illuminati farms more
restive than ever. As usual, Lady Gaga and Fiddy Cent were in disagreement.
According to Fiddy Cent, what the celebrities must do was to procure more drugs and use them. According to Lady Gaga , they must send
out more and more mind control frequencies and suck people into believing that they actually had talent and something to offer, they also had to brainwash the celebrities on the other illuminati farms. she argued that if they weren't brainwashed they were bound to make their own occult satellites, Fiddy Cent argued that if they were all high on extreme doses of militarized cocaine that the thought probably wouldn't occur to them.

The celebrities listened first to Fiddy Cent, then to Lady Gaga , and could not make up their minds which was right; indeed, they always found themselves in agreement with the one who was speaking at the moment because they had no true self to begin with, therefore anyone speaking to them was the voice of god.

At last the day came when Lady Gaga 's black magic hexagram was completed. At the Meeting on the following Sunday the question of whether or not to begin work on the
occult satellite was to be put to the vote. When the celebrities had assembled in the
movie theatre, Lady Gaga stood up and, though occasionally interrupted by a few celebrities having cocaine seizures, set forth her reasons for advocating the building of the occult satellite.

Then Fiddy Cent stood up to reply. He said very quietly that the occult satellite was
nonsense because he had been cut out of the profit margin and was never set the legal paperwork to be included in it, therefore anything that didn't benfit him was a bad idea, and promptly sat down again snivelling up his cocaine like a pouty baby.

At this Lady Gaga sprang to her feet, and broke into a passionate appeal
in favour of the mind control satellite. Until now the celebrities had been about equally divided
in their sympathies, but in a moment Lady Gaga 's eloquence had carried them
away. In glowing sentences she painted a picture of life on mars once they had raped the remaining masses of all their resources and departed for good. Her imagination had
now run far beyond box-cutters and cocaine razors.

mind control, she said, could make a citizen blind, they could stand right in front of a technotronic black magic portal, like a biometric gas station pump, and not even know that it was the face of satan, happily paying for their own enslavement.

By the time she had finished speaking, there was no doubt
as to which way the vote would go. But just at this moment Fiddy Cent stood
up and, casting a peculiar sidelong look at Lady Gaga , uttered a high-pitched
whimper of a kind no one had ever heard him utter before.
At this there was a terrible buzzing sound outside, and nine BIGDOGS
outfitted with LRAD technology and smart bullet turrets came bounding into the movie theatre.

They dashed straight for Lady Gaga , who only sprang from her place just in time to escape
their mechanical jaws. In a moment she was out of the door and they were after
her. Too amazed and frightened to speak, all the celebrities crowded through the
door to watch the chase. Lady Gaga was racing across the parking lot that led
to the road. she was running as fast as a crack whore can run, but the BIGDOGSs were close on
her highheels.

Suddenly she slipped and it seemed certain that they had her. she snorted some cocaine and then she was up again, running faster than ever, the BIGDOGS reacted by internally auto-injecting pure sacrifical adrenalin directly into the core of their implanted lamprey brains, then they were gaining on her once again.

One of them all but closed his jaws on Lady Gaga 's face, but she slipped through a manhole into the sewers and was seen no more.

Silent and terrified, the celebrities crept back into the movie theatre. In a moment the
BIGDOGS came bounding back. At first no one had been able to imagine they were going to do, but the problem was soon solved: they tore Beyonce to shreds and took turns rolling around her innards, then Fiddy Cent emerged from behind the popcorn machine and they gathered round him obediently, still covered in Beyonce's internal organs.

They kept close to Fiddy Cent. It was noticed that they wagged their mechanical shocktails to him
in the same way as real dogs do.
Fiddy Cent, with the BIGDOGS following him, now mounted on to the altar beneath the statue of Minerva where Kanye West had been cremated. He announced that from now on the occult mind control program would be put on hiatus.

It were unnecessary, he said, and wasted cocaine. In the future all questions
relating to the illuminati rituals would be settled by a special committee
of elite celebrities, presided over by himself. These would meet in private and afterwards
communicate their decisions to the others. The celebrities would still assemble on
Sunday mornings to salute the occult flag, sing "Order of the Eastern Ovary", and receive their
cocaine rations for the week; but there would be no more debates and no more Lady Gaga.

In spite of the shock that Lady Gaga 's expulsion had given them, the celebrities
were dismayed by this announcement. Several of them would have protested if
they could have found the right arguments but they weren't very intelligent to begin with.

Even Usher was vaguely aware of what was going on around him.
He put down his coke mirror, projectile vomited several times, and tried hard to think thoughts; but in the end he could not think of any.

Some of the celebrities themselves, however, were more articulate. Four lesser celebrities in the
front row uttered shrill squeals of disapproval, and all four of them sprang to
their feet and began speaking at once. But suddenly the BIGDOGS sitting round
Fiddy Cent let out deep, mechanical growls, and the celebrities fell silent and sat down
again. Then they broke out into a tremendous bleating of `Keep them hot and keep them coming!' which went on for nearly a quarter of an hour and put an end to any chance at rational thought.

Afterwards Lindsay Lohan was sent round the illuminati farm to explain the new arrangement
to the others.
`Comrades,' she said, `I trust that every illuminati celebrity here appreciates the sacrificial rituals
that Comrade Fiddy Cent has made in taking this extra labour upon himself.
Do not imagine, comrades, that being a dictator is a pleasure! On the contrary, it
is a deep and heavy responsibility. No one believes more firmly than Comrade
Fiddy Cent that all celebrities are not equal. He would be only too happy to let you
be implanted with nanotechnologies at birth that overwrite your free will and emotions.

And maybe he will, comrades, but anyways, if he didn't, then where should you be? Suppose you had decided to follow Lady Gaga , with her useless plan of modifying that satellite dish, Lady Gaga , who, as we now know, was no better than the braindead masses?'

`She fought bravely at the Battle of the Braindead,' said somebody.
`Bravery is not enough,' said Lindsay Lohan. `Loyalty and obedience are more
important. And as to the Battle of the Braindead, I believe the time will come
when we shall find that Lady Gaga 's part in it was much exaggerated. Discipline,
comrades, occult discipline! That is the watchword for today. One false step, and
our enemies would be upon us. Surely, comrades, you do not want the braindead masses back?'

Once again this argument was unanswerable. Certainly the celebrities did not
want the braindead masses back; if the technotronic emissions from the occult satellite was liable to malfuntion and bring them back, then the debates must stop. Usher, who had now had time to
think things over, voiced the general feeling by saying: `If Comrade Fiddy Cent
says it, then alright.' And from then on he adopted the maxim, `Fiddy Cent
is always alright,' in addition to his private motto of `I Need More Cocaine.'

By this time the weather had broken and the BIGDOGS had begun shortcircuiting.
The temple where Lady Gaga had drawn the hexagram had been sealed up and it was assumed that the sigils had been rubbed off the floor. Every Sunday morning at midnight the celebrities assembled in the movie theatre to receive their cocaine rations for the week. The skull of Kanye West, now clean of flesh, had been
disinterred from the graveyard and set up on a stool at the foot of the popcorn machine, no one was quite sure why but there it remained.

Nowadays they did not sit all together as they had done in the past. Fiddy Cent, with Lindsay Lohan and another celebrity named Prince William, who had a remarkable gift for absolutely nothing, sat on the front of the raised platform, with the nine BIGDOGS
forming a semicircle round them, and the other celebrities sitting behind. The rest of
the celebrities sat facing them in the main body of the Septagon. Fiddy Cent read out
the orders for the week in a grunting robotic soldierly style, and after a single singing of
Order of the Eastern Ovary, all the celebrities did cocaine.

On the third Sunday after Lady Gaga 's expulsion, the celebrities were somewhat
surprised to hear Fiddy Cent announce that the mind control satellite was to be built after
all. He did not give any reason for having changed his mind, but merely warned
the celebrities should shut their mouths and do what he says or else, it might be
necessary to reduce their cocaine rations.

The plans, however, had all been prepared, down to the last detail. A special committee of celebrities had been at work upon them for the past thirty-three weeks. The building of the occult transmitter, with various other improvements, was expected to take two years.

That evening Lindsay Lohan explained privately to the other celebrities that Fiddy Cent
had never in reality been opposed to the mind control satellite. On the contrary, it was
he who had thought of it in the beginning, and the necromentical sigils which Lady Gaga had
drawn on the floor of the incubator shed had actually been drawn from by Fiddy Cent. The occult mind control satellite was, in fact, Fiddy Cent's own creation. Why,
then, asked somebody, had he spoken so strongly against it? Here Lindsay Lohan
looked very sly. That, he said, was Comrade Fiddy Cent's cunning. He had
seemed to oppose the mind control satellite, just as a joke, he was just jokin' around and stuff he said.

Now that Lady Gaga was out of the way, the plan could go forward without her interference. This,
said Lindsay Lohan, was something called illuminati fiddycentism. He repeated it a thirty three times,
`illuminati fiddycentism, comrades, illuminati fiddycentism!' skipping round and snorting cocaine
laughing and choking. The celebrities were not certain what illuminati fiddycentism meant, but Lindsay Lohan spoke so persuasively, and the BIGDOGS who happened to be with her growled so threateningly, that they accepted the explanation without further questions.

VI
All that year the celebrities worked like slaves. But they were high on coke so they were happy enough; they grudged no effort or spontaneous ritual sacrifice, well aware that everything that they did was for the benefit of Fiddy Cent and whoever sucked up to him.

Throughout the spring and summer they worked a sixty-hour week, and in
August Fiddy Cent announced that there would be work on Sunday afternoons
as well. This work was strictly voluntary, but any illuminati celebrity who absented himself
from it would have his cocaine rations reduced by half. Even so, it was found necessary
to leave certain tasks undone.

The mind control satellite presented unexpected difficulties. Fiddy Cent had no connections at NASA and since they were involved in the cocaine operations, he couldn't use that to get his way either. There seemed no way of doing this except hack into their computer systems, which no illuminati celebrity could do because they were just a bunch of drug addicts with zero skills and no real talents,

Only after 33 weeks of vain effort did the right idea occur to somebody, namely, to utilise the twitter network. The twitterverse was large enough and contained just the right amount of completely useless information to trick the NASA computer systems into dumping it's core into the twitterverse where they coul;d retweet the satellite linkup passwords back to Fiddy Cents twitter and then launch the occult mind control technologies and piggyback the already occult oriented television broadcasts without anyone being the wiser. it was a match made in disneyland.

Nothing could have been achieved without Usher, whose strength seemed equal to that of all the rest of the celebrities put together, that was because he shot speedballs in a heavy gauge syringe up through the roof of his mouth directly into his thalamus. they hoisted the satellite dish up the side of the building with ropes, and When the satellite dish began to slip the celebrities cried out in despair, finding themselves dragged down the side of the building, it was always Usher
who strained himself against the rope and brought the satellite dish to a stop.

To see him toiling up the slope inch by inch, cocaine sweat running down his face, the tips of
his fingers mindlessly clawing at the face of whatever celebrity was beside him.

Shakira warned him sometimes to be careful not to overdose himself, but Usher would never listen to her. His two slogans, `I will do as much cocaine as i want and `give me more cocane,' it seemed to him a sufficient answer to all of life's problems.

The celebrities were not badly off throughout that summer, in spite of the
miltary biocontagion that was released. If they had trade cocaine for elite vaccinations, well.. they had the abiklity to do so, unlike the braindead masses who had no knowledge that the diseases were manufactured by the pharmaceutical corporations and also as part of the genocide program.

The advantage of only having to care about themselves, and not having to care about anyone or anything else allowed them to enjoy their militarized cocaine and fleeting status that much more.

Such jobs as weeding out the human species, for instance, could be done with a thoroughness impossible without massive cocaine abuse and a general sociopathic attitude.

And again, since no illuminati celebrity now stole anothers cocaine, it was
unnecessary to the door sealed on the vault in the underground storage facility, which saved a lot of stress caused by excessive worrying about waking up with no cocaine.

Nevertheless, as the summer wore on, various unforeseen psychological problems began to make them selves felt. Fiddy Cent ordered complete depatterning of all lesser celebrities and much time and resources went into toilet training them and teaching them how to speak again. some never fully recovered and were used in medical experiments, others were divvied up and had their internal organs sold on the international market.

One Sunday morning, when the celebrities assembled to receive their cocaine,
Fiddy Cent announced that he had developed a new technology, he described it as a magnetoencephalogram and described how since the magnetic field surrounding the human head is
measured in gauss, and that he had devised a holographic interferometer specially
developed to read the magnetic waves of the human brain at a distance.

From now onwards all illuminati celebrities would have their thoughts read and new thoughts implanted by playing back previously recorded brainwaves, this was really nothing new because the producers had been using José Manuel Rodriguez Delgado's stimoceiver technologies in the illuminati music cd's for decades, Fiddy Cent was just trying to act like he thought of it.