The B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S.™

It is a mutual arrangement, The B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. want nothing to do with society and society wants even less to do with them………



Bemused  Utterly  Repugnant  Nation  OUseless  Tainted  Souls

There are several different species within the B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S., all of which possess their own individual outlandish imperfections which define their characters as nothing less than a sensational fit for a member of the Bemused Utterly Repugnant Nation Of Useless Tainted Souls.
These imperfections are worn arrogantly like medals and are easily spotted at distances by other members of the Human Race.

The B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. don’t even rank as high on the food chain as a bumblebee, a cockroach or the common earthworm. Species like that at least contribute in some way, shape or form, to the environment’s eco-system and probably enjoy, or at least live, their short little lives to the fullest as best they know how, unlike the B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. . Yes, the B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S., an embarrassing yet elusive sector of humanity that serves little or no purpose in the universe whatsoever.

B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. carry with them false hopes, inconceivable aspirations and pathetic dreams of becoming something other than B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S.; a laughable concept, as the establishment has greatly tipped the balance against their favor and made any chance of success as tedious and unthinkable as eating soup with a steak knife.

For the  B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S., the space of time between today and tomorrow is perceived more infinite and pointless than the same space of time for any other creature on the planet. These periods of time between today and tomorrow last weeks, months, years, and even decades for the less fortunate. Either way, it is a lifetime; a lifetime spent living in yesterday’s shadow reflecting on no tomorrows, a lifetime spent on the staging table of flawless failure.


B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. Terminology & places of interest



You never know when you’ll see one next or where one will pop up. They sprout randomly like mushrooms and for the most part, are just as useful and tasteless. You may catch a glimpse of a member of the Bemused Utterly Repugnant Nation Of Useless Tainted Souls™ hitchhiking on the side of the road. You may see one urinating on the side of the road. You may even see one hitchhiking and urinating on the side of the road. But more times than not, you’ll see one being beaten by the police on the side of the road.
If you’re lucky, you might see one in a neon colored reflective vest stabbing fresh trash along side the interstate.
If you’re unlucky, you may find one when you come home befriending or dating your child. It all depends upon the degree of unlucky that you are. Really, really unlucky people have seen some B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. driving away in their automobiles.

During the day, B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. like to frequent public bathrooms and donut shops – the same places as the cops who beat the shit out of them on the sides of the road frequent. Donut shops are a neutral zone, a place where the fox and the sheepdog take a timeout and even discuss sports together.



The Bemused Utterly Repugnant Nation Of Useless Tainted Souls™ are the bottom feeders and exist only as an example, for the rest of humanity, of what not to be.
To quote Samuel Clemens (that’s Mark Twain for all you B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S.):

“Let us be thankful for the fools, but for them, we could not succeed.”



B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. are known to exchange sexual favors for food, drugs and liquor. It is because of this and this only, that they are still in the mix of human beings, as their sexuality is found most irresistible. After all, is there nothing more invigorating than tossing some degenerate out of a moving vehicle after they have just let you thoroughly violate every orifice of their vile bodies?
And they have no recourse, as nobody listens to, or cares about them in the first place. Nor do the authorities ever empathize with their claims, as they are the ones who presumably chose this style of life.

Yes, chose.

B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. are not to be confused with B.U.M.S. (Befuddled Unemployed Moneyless Souls) who share some of the same behavioral patterns. The B.U.M.S. are homeless and have little choice where they sleep and are usually not held accountable for any of their actions due to the overly sympathetic nature they manage to spawn from society. The Befuddled Unemployed Moneyless Souls, however, will not degrade themselves by giving their bodies away for a hot dog and a shake unlike the B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S., who do it because they enjoy lighting their brains on fire and having sex with complete strangers of any age, gender or race.
B.U.M.S. are sad, disgusting creatures.
B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. look like sad, disgusting creatures.
B.U.M.S. are noble at heart.
B.U.R.N.O.U.T.S. are not.



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