Seems like there's some kind of symbolism with a mask or something, I don't know. But if we keep gunning we get to be the inside to the outside, money under the table...We are so fucking blessed baby. Gun for that ancient bitch ass. Smear her blood baby. These folks tied to her, their tendencies, kill those fuckers. We are the great masters of trivial bullshit. Pop quiz us. Please P.O.P. culture all day everyday. Le Risque on training wheels. Honey bounded up in a Honey Bucket! Contain her. It will work. She's on the sidewalk, get the hotrod. The ancient bitch is to be buried. We must protect our house without a home, secure the mirror fort. Support our irrational path to universal intelligibility. Let us guide you. She didn't do anything to nobody, but who gives a fuck...She won't drink the magical milk. Get that bitch a dichotomy sandwich. Like clockwork. I mean the demonic being who called herself the "grandmother" figure who jerked my hair as she hugged me...something about every 50 years...keep the kids gutted out, as bodies to serve...Oh and I'm sure she will be in the frame of all consideration, and as for the network behind her motives...shhhhhh....I wonder. I mean, if you can't have the kids fuck each other, who knew the abortion would come about...there are other ways to gut the kids out. Prep them out, and when the institutions are inclined to look the other way, be everyone's friend, play nice when the scales are all wrong...all looks normal in the mirror... no, no hell in sight. Presto chango. I wonder what's going on? Who could ever doubt the love of the "family unit." After all, it's so useful, a way to keep matters tucked away from institutional measure. Everything is going to be just fine. Irrational agency waters...It's so cozy in this place. fish on parade, the last to discover....crosses to Hypatia? Christian Social Party to Nazism? Deacons to Clan outfits? New York Yacht Club to Southern Plantations? Wah...
And again, when it's all spilling out...among families who have all the wrong people in all of the wrong places. You are doing a great job! I mean, that's the mode these days, to surround yourselves with people who are inclined to tell you what you want to hear. You have IQ scores...that's the best and brightest...surely no minds would be gaming your system. It's bulletproof. Top of the world. To be so...realized in that way. To love in that way. Angel faces. On the way up! Embracing as a higher calling...mirror, mirror. White face emancipation. Bravo. Just flip the script, recall, crime pays... Emerald City USA. Ruby slippers falling out of the sky. Gnome King...if not the white pointy hat, always a new color for the season... check out the Emerald City lobby. Maybe even the Proteus room, NOLA? Shall we give grace? Forget we existed before a language, let us "pray."
