SPORTY SPICE USA LIVES!/CAST OF THOUSANDS

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SPORTY SPICE IS YOUR ONLY FRIEND!

I know it's not wrong that she only feels comfortable when everything---everything---is wrecked, but see, you see, Our Sporty Spice is pretty fukkin' vulnerable tonight. Yes, she's even asking God why He has to be this way, and yes, she knows the answer already, the only answer even possible: The Usual Nothing.

She asks anyway, maybe pretends that she has at last got the attention of Someone who never paid attention to Us before ("God in Three Persons, trapped!" she might exclaim, only if.)

Now, in a backwater, from the furthest reaches, out of East of Nowhere, way outside, here comes the Umpteenth Anti-Christ, and now Sporty rings out a worldwide alarm, no one nowhere does not know and all us fux pay no attention. In this New Now, it's left to Our Sporty Spice, she saves Western Civilization (which she worse than despises) again, and Now, most likely, she's horribly damaged in the effort, and sadly, Post-War, these specific symptoms, her Fuckin' War Injuries soon become The World-Wide New Emblems of Occidental Female Sexuality.

Sporty sells Stupid Sad Sex to YOU for decades and--for then, for now, for always ever----Look Around----SS has without killing one worthless Alpha Primate-Image-of-Highfather-King-Christ-Holy-Ghost AKA the Anti-Devils Kill Squad, she has from yesterday, until today, and going forward from here toward what? The Stupid Sick High-Hilarity Fact of all of this is that, you might as well face it, chum, Our Sporty Spice has without any effort at all taken over almost all of this in every way Wrong and Worse-than-Worthless So-Called "Spaceship Earth." [Please Kill Me!]

And for then, for now, and always and ever...witness the True Last Collapse of the West...certainly this is...finally...at last [!]...most truly...Sporty Spice World!

Get bent, ya Flowerpots!

WAR IS PEACE/LOVE IS HATE/CONFUSION IS SEX

Century 22 Reality, Worthlessville, Ohio.
Our Sporty Spice says, "I wonder if you'll ever know what I'm sure I'll never know, namely thrill-killing (we reserve all rights to attempted murder for our beloved Cincinnati Police Division,) snuff film enthusiasm (I have starred in way too many 'Real Live Murder' films to consider them anything other than a headache and a paycheck,) and lastly, I do not get high off of AIDS or genital warts or whatever you freaks are into today. "

Let Sporty Spice Kill at Will (You Can Trust Her! Really!) or Let Sporty Spice Be Disappeared! Re-Appeared! Our Ghost Queen! Hurrah for Something, Somehow! As Ever.
----Directive One, Shock Squad Sporty Spice Ohio, Winter 2017-18 USA.

SPORTY SPICE OFFERS MOCK EXECUTIONS!

Imagine a friend from the Federal Reserve walking through our distressed neighborhoods with all kinds of cash and gold instead of these penniless priests! Let's find a parking lot where we can erect a field of crosses for these frauds, I mean, really, man! 

If you can't reply to Our Sporty Spice first of all I feel sorry for you and after that...there's a keyboard right in front of you, a machine, less than any real effort, I mean what's wrong? Do you have cancer? AIDS? Or if you had the fatal illness would you be more likely to make the effort? What is wrong with you? Tell me quick...!

All right, girls and boy well-wishers, how about some entertainment?

SPORTY SPICE IS A SCANNER AND A SEXY GIRL
I don't care about your warnings, this is real----Yeah, she's fourteen,  I'm aware of that fact, fine, fine----Yes, this hallucinogen is super-dangerous, I won't forget----Yeah, we'll all be killed for certain if we try, I'll remember----Understand, please, this is not for suicide, this is all only efforts toward the opposite, let's save our lives, redeemed all, dead and not yet dead, delusional and hyper-realistic both, that's all, that's everything and nothing at all.

Have you really never  heard of Risk? Sporty Spice is about to murder you, no, really, I am Sporty Spice and I am going to kill you in five seconds.

Yeah, that's me, Sporty Spice in that commercial, on the cover of all kinds of magazines, and the featured player in ten thousand snuff films. My other name is YOUR GIRLFRIEND. So, you're either with Sporty Spice or you probably never really existed at all.

THE CRESCENDO OF DOOM

SPORTY SPICE: "I'LL CURSE THE KING" "I'LL RAIL AT ALL HIS SERVANTS" PUBLIC SHUDDERS; FBI CALLED IN; ACLU RALLIES TO SPORTY'S DEFENSE    

Hi! I am Cancer! I am Plague! I am epidemic! Bjork said, "If you don't stop complaining/You'll face an army of me" Well, so far we're a corps, three divisions, SS/US Corps and after assembly tomorrow with our allies LOS ANGELES, ASTOUNDING/ANALOG, WORLDS OF IF, DARK DECEMBER, VAMPIRELLA, X-MEN, DOOM PATROL TEEN TITANS, et. al. it looks like you will face an army group of me. Call us: ARMY GROUP SENSELESS. Ciao! --S.S. 9/16/2001

SPORTY SPICE EXACTS HER POUND OF FLESH

Stalkers and Serial Killers are Easy Prey for Our Superstars. Mystery Men and Baby Dolls and Punks and Punk Rockers, All are Dispatched with a Disarming Alacrity. The Cute, the Lovable, None of You are America's Favorite Pastime (What is? Swinging Baseball Bats at Random Skulls?) My Loveliness I Wear Like a Death-Mask and for Religion I Worship a Corpse on a Cross.

I am Sporty Spice. I Fade and Glow.

AGAINST THE TOWN/SEVENTY-TWO HOURS CRUSADE

"So I've temporarily been condemned to FLESH and in Midwest United States no less----yes, it looks like a time to find knives and ammo and random objects of our affection but this is the Two Thousands, we do acknowledge that fact, so I, Sporty Spice, hereby decree a modified Kill-Spree where *sigh* NO ONE IS KILLED....

"So, so Posh Spice is SO disappeared (Scary won't return calls and Ginger's busy with United Nations. Baby is irrelevant.) Posh is just GONE and she was the best of us five!" [Don't even dare to demur! Sporty is talking about HER MAYBE-DEAD GIRLFRIEND!]

"In a random city, my first objective is the Kids and I will find a way to 'Win', if not with a Rockstar Girl, then we commence a Whispering Campaign, we can't miss! 'Your parents are wrong about everything! Pay NO mind to the Sick Sad Creeps!'

"And there're Pretty Girls everywhere you look, follow them and soon you'll find the Simulacrum of Posh Spice...she could be Twelve or Forty, whatevs--spend Real and Intense Time with the New Posh, brainwash her with the TRUTH and when that's over walk away, walk hundreds of miles away----the horrifying worthless town is changed for the better, I, Sporty, am maybe happier and Our Real Power is ever-spiraling UP...."

SPORTY SPICE DEATH HOAX

I heard on the radio yesterday that Sporty Spice was dead. Melanie Chisholm, Mel C, not Mel B, or Scary Spice. Turned out to be an anonymous internet stunt.

Fly High, You Flowerpots!

AUTOMATIC RESPONSE

Dear Robo-Poet: Please disconnect your phone, pulverize your computer by sledgehammer, cancel your mail, move to Hawaii where you'll never check General Delivery or even touch a payphone...your pain is so immortal that no mere friend could ever hope to qualify to hear your translations of the word of God into a rarefied English. Sporty Spice is a blip on a sonar screen next to the towering importance of your literary self! Signed, Secret Spice, Worthlessville, Ohio.