I mean, it's an oddity when even living in the northeast corridor and you know, matters couldn't possibly be at all about the dichotomy play and yet that is where a lot, no all, but a lot of families made their money, but somehow in the north east everything is racist free. It's like noting of the dichotomies among the churches, of certain dvidisions not on the basis of a meeting of the mind but rather something easier for the mindless to manager. Set the dvide and catch those who are of a particular nature into the play, dichotomy sandwhiches. Even more interesting, and something I like to explore, is the newer dichotomy sandwhich, if it can't be a struggle among one divide then add in some more, like rainbowland love, trans dichotomy, cultural dichotomy, ethnic dichotomy. The victors of these avenues will be the one's playing it up nice in the mirror, like that KKK-Uncle Tom partnership. All is a struggle in the mirror and yet it's 2 sides, among other voices, other rooms, planning out the killing field, test scores, observed behaviors, tendencies, among a series of misfortunate events, which all can be used for those setting up the divide to paint a picture of who they are, a heart, designed out of something reflective of them, maybe Marilyn Monroe lipstic, caring for all, striving for world peace, loving love, and doing so well financiall, as the continue to sport the micky gloves of gentile times, all the while making that list, not even checking it twice, and gunning for all the fuckers they please. Same for war method. Drop in among the two sides, and figure out the poor dears that are going to get hit. Folks doing fine, no animosity, not wanting hatred, then all of a sudden, bombed the fuck up...there's so much confusion, so much violence, what happened, and the poor dears blood into the soils, and that bankroll from it all heating up, so the earth angels can doll themselves up for the next humanitarian gala.
Hearts among a reflective light, it means something distinct. Hearts among a
REFLECTIVE LIGHT, on the runway, ready to light up the skies,
all the angelic sycophants ready to embrace the great day....of violence, but they will get that memo later. Right now, their loyal following will lead them to the promise land, among folks who foster behaviors associated with the killing of Hypatia, Christian Social Party to Nazism, and Southern Plantations. How fucking lovely. I mean when it's a dichotomy sandwich and the struggle is real, who is really going to believe the one on the hit list...I mean KKK's got their Uncle Tom, hand in hand, to carry on as the representative of the poor dear, as all struggle among those slippery mickey gloves. Can't seem to field shit, other than a nice-nothing photo-op. Again, cross-apply Kara Walker. And when the youth want to drop by...Oh okay. You and the same faces among a particular network just happen to drop by my department to chat...got it. It's all so fucking innocent. Just like all plantations owners of the south being members of the
New York Yacht Club. Just a total fucking coincidence, among these non-profits and outward developments to prove all of humanity where the money just so happens to fall on the laps of a diversity running that dichotomy sandwhich violence.
Strugglin bubblin.
Crime Pays, just fleece it with a switch up sheeeeet.
My favorite part to all of the bullshit, is you have someone of a personality that has no interest in this shit, goes to school and a family unit with certain irratinoal minds among upper industrial lines, plan out my trafficking without dropping that line to me at all. Once upon a time there was rigor among the higher ranks and the rational minds were cracking skulls and wiping the floor with their own because they already followed what that play means and what it does. So okay, you fuck with me, and then even as matters of operational formality, at my place of work, are getting addressed in terms of the task at hand, you still want to have that go, like I did something to you. I was going to school to make a contribution. I made that contribution, and yet, you just need me interacting in such a fucked up way among smiling faces, especially among youth, with endless conversations and strategic interests. All day, everyday still. But when the rational minds among the industrial avenues aren't cracking the skulls of their own, and they want to continually gun for me with pawn play. Let's go. Honey Badger likes a good fight...and let's get it all out in the open for all to follow. This is on you. You want to kick back and high five everyone like it's all good and the ass-antics of your grouping are just going to magically dissappear....I mean when it's all coming out into the open...I mean when a group messes with the wrong mind...and never had an interest in the empire of dirt, and yet dichotomy sandwhich inc needed me all caught up and went out of their way to fuck with my life. And yet, all the focus needs to be on me? Someone who grew up in a single household family and worked retail his whole life. I'm what is at issue. Really!
So we got K. K. and I am waiting for another K. to drop by. I mean it's not like a network of hermetic jibe isn't keeping it tight and when the youth are...young and dumb, just smile and gun baby. Get your opportunity today. When it's mindless dribble piss, I mean you run from a meeting of the mind with
overdrive infinity and of course
infinite trivia...Say my name, say my name...
then give me something to remember you by, lovers...stack up the memory because it all means so much...got it...wonder who you are...and why you just love talking to someone more than double your age...yes we have so much in common...cherry pick the anecdotes and
fixture picture it up all fucking day long. Irrational as hell...because mindful rigor will never be your thing and yet you need to be
universal to all...The world is yours! You painted the blue sky, did you not! I mean as long as there are enough sycophants to support you, or at least turn their heads the other way.
