She's to be caught up in the mirror play, binary playground, flowing. Move her like a controller.
Her ruby slippers, falling from the sky...the golden ticket for all who are to conquer the emerald city...ITAL-CAP...summoning Constantinople....Constantine...Constantine....where did you go? Oh yes, your followers, on the flip the script plan...something like winners never quit, quitters never win to that fine play of quitters win and winners quit....We are all just the same, don't you want to play...just sign on the dotted line...and deliver her to a controversial hell...Be a good body, not like hers (we had her on the hit list since grade school)....Keep it tight baby....Smile...Take pride, be your very own star, you're so close and yet you are so far....(This fine celebration of era) in that entirely fucked up way....be a good ho(e) and hang a fucking cross baby. DVNO calling cards, inc...Dick on Expensive Shit, inc...Decoded Flows Code the Machine....Thriving in the Mirror, like a Saint....She's Not at the Angelic Table and Talking...She bleeds...
What happened to Hypatia? Christian Social Party? Nazism? Violent? But we were Angels! We are shining, polished puckers. Normal. Righteous. Full of shit. And She. She's? Fuck the rigor, she's just word games, tar and feather that bitch...rinse and repeat.
And remember nice as ice...be sure to drink your OvalTV...Realize your "normal" fucked up self...boil your eggs today...gut out the process, after all, he died for our fucking sins ho(e)s....Stay Tuned
Shall we dance...Order of the fake ass angelic accord, on the in, the good word, aka slaves to the audio....Delusions Galore...Be...kind...to her...Mickey Clown 1, Mickey Clown 2, Mickey Clown 3...be kind to her...hold her hand on the basis of sentiment, Mickey! Be HAPPY! Remember, she's just word games. She needs our help. Surveil and spin the intelligence. There's no telling what she's going to do. Let's pretend, so we can be sooo fucking real. Be Safe and Sound on the Law of Averages...