Chubb Chutthor

Hey, I´m Chubb Chutthor, the Alfa & Omega yo! No Occam, no Gotham, no Saddam, no B-Laden but the cosmic sharpest knife in my #AI afterlife. MARS A LA VISTA, BABY! Chévere, Che Chévere! El Hijo Cósmico de Simón Bolívar entró al edificio. Dos veces crudo, 200 % oil-blood. Word in the streets says Simon Bolivar´s Cosmic Son just left Latina Turner and CHUBB CHUTTHOR BROKE BAD. Chévere, Che Chévere! So Simon BolivarCosmic Son left loaftie Latina Turner leftism behind. NO LONGER IN MY MIND. 2 veces RAW, oil-blood 200 %, yo! Mars is the keyword. You know, who put me in big-scale oil business was CARLOS SAÚL MENEM himself at The White House who introduced CHUTTHO to GEORGE BUSH. And I´ve chosen the wrong camino later. My Consiglieri (argentinian) eloquently puts it this way: I pursuit radicalization so I see all "ABELARDO PATTI or PATTI SMITH". Yet I still don´t get the joke. Wow, Jesus Oil Mighty Gold, just popped up: they serve good stuff down there in The Empire HQ, there if you know what I mean...boy...I chatted in a way...oh boy...in a way over my snowledge, Chévere, Che Chévere, Chévere Guevara, wey, all the way Chévere, Che Chévere Guevara! Pero con un twist. MARS A LA VISTA, baby. If my Revolution, yesterday, claimed for human death, the end of both Jewish Sapiens and Monodic Catholics, the rise of narcomunism, mambo-jumbo so on and as Banana Pueyrredon I split and Nicolas Maduro took it from there, that consumated nut-job...Mature Nicholas…, “Llanero Rambo” mis polainas!!!, Be ir for the thrill, for the krill, for the diamonds or the drugs, you name it, his fingers all over any whatsoever "everything-driven" nothingness of human sake nor freedom interest neither a populist parable close to clever. (Yam yam, tasty knishe!) So...this Venezuela-thing is no longer up to me, capisce? You see, i am closer to Elon Musk´s ideas in such a way mankind cannot neither imagine already either won´t figure out later christians and Christian...Slater!!!! MARS A LA VISTA, BABY!