ZIOMAX

This is the young ZioMax mangrove, before he went free-range!

Picture “Maxually free man” as a field of wild man flowers, growing wherever they may, in all different colors, textures and varieties. Or, picture him as a dense jungle rain forest, full of original habitats and diverse ecosystems.

Now, picture his cultivation.

Picture men being grown on a fetus farm with a little help of an old, blind, Zionized farmer named Uncle Sam.

Home grown to only care about dying for nothing, and vagina:

Mangroves are like subliminally programmed fields of man turnips that are grown in a straight line, cut (circumcised), programmed (with media and education), and pruned (with those stupid Q-ball-whiffle hair-dews), from seed to salad plate (birth to death).

Once mangroves are brain washed and ripe to perfection, they are vacuum packaged, wrapped in cheesy stripes, and shipped off to a fake war to die for fat gluttons. If mangroves are incapable or unwilling to fight and die to support whore shoppers, they get tossed into the persecution chamber called American society, to be sucked dry by its treacherous economy and the gold-digging whores that drive it.

For the mangroves, a horrible fate lies in wait. Tither which way, he is doomed to decay. -Max Brissette
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