Icarus Forking for Blood (Where's Daedalus?, doll her up as meat, of Cowbells, of Bullheads, More cowbell fuckers, More fucking cowbell), Designate [Test Scores, Observations, etc...] Stars Up High, Christ-Types in "Safe" Hell (after all, he died for "our" sins, give those fuckers a cross), Rinse and Repeat...So many problems, so many bankrolls...It's not so hard, really, just stack up the loyal observatory, to have innocent chats, along with observations, test scores, and the like...dolled up for peace, health, and happiness, so nice...killing with kindness...and gunning with the very spin of intelligence. Just drive the fork into this finely tuned game of social fabrication. The rest will take care of itself. As for the performative...and matters being all on this so-called internet...shit.
Quickly, get our youth...here is where this asshole works...I need you to befriend. Nicknames. We need nicknames. We need dichotomy sandwiches. Belittle the asshole. Our young good word, IF, you do a good job then you can be with us...converse and drop inside jokes on this idiot. Praise how smart he is. I mean that IQ. Be the inside to the outside. If he asserts one notion, go the other way. Who me? my innocent conversations as underhanded play! My interest is genuine. To do that to an angel like you? No, I couldn't possibly. I hardly even know you. I have the best of intentions with you and everyone else...always. Split that ho. Divide. Do the good deed and you will thrive among us. Smile. Keep it tight. Champion world peace. She's a sucker. Eeek!!! Kill this ancient bitch. Get her on the controversy plan. Sign her up for the endless conversation plan. She's to be a dirty slut. Find her a lover. Put her on the mental health cycle. Our network is to uphold the American Dream! It's over...It ain't over...because a killer gotta kill baby. Tap that ass. Be a STARRRRRR......running the show and still can't seem to get the play...duck, duck, goose. You too, can figure it out, and become the next winner, a regular glasshouse elevator into the sky...I wonder how it ends...Begin again...Killing Moon on Deck....Strive to live in his image, among empty seats...the finely tuned ancient SPIN...
