Considering when those on the recieving end of the Holocaust are guided to gun after those of the same nature...if a cartesian sieve can ahieve such an affair the basis of such authority no longer sustains...poor venus desires Venus among the mirrror....she's a dancing queen...looking for her king...at least among those spinning the intelligence, informing her who she is to attack...her own...the helping hands are helping all they can...It's a regular juice filled globular...the hearsay that fosters a gunning down of poor dear venus...Oracular Spectacular... Meanwhile...She likes doubt...shes pulling the toys from the top of her grave...she's tired of fake ass bullshit that's been killing off that 80s vibe...
So the word police are out and about...fuck your word sculpting (embodied truth as assumption, and yet bounded faculty, a matter of relative perspective of a particular assumption vs reasoning insofar...)...fuck your disco murder ball...fuck your politcal NICE as ICE...Whatever happened to All in the Family....She's afraid to say all...if she is to BEEEEEEEE all....who wants honey as long as there is money....Chair Rubs....she's pulling the rhythm from somwhere else...Flyentology among a Darwinian Wasp nest...zzzzzzzzzz......Hive 5....A lot of angry birds...enter the helix birds...sure, we got BauDRILL-ard...a drill bit in the crisco...something about DNA...an impression....an imprint...Anything Hoes...Oil meat Vinegar...dichotomy sandwhiches....somwhere in between a separation and a cyclorama...He's all eyes to the front...She had no eyes...Oh the drama...360 divided by two and FORE score and 7 years ago...always a puzzle to solve..never a resolve...DNA as TNA...tail pipe poets in rearview...encodes to a decode...loyalty as an ass-wipe FORE dedication...in-frame...Sandbox...celebrated as one is fucked entirely, shhhhhhhh, it will be our little ancient secret...an inside to the dedicated outside...Oh dear, poooooor deer....Urania meats pandemos...a delicate sea foam face fucking the bitch faced, OJOK, at the pandemos bubble machine party...POP...Luuuuuuver tITs delight....double helix spinning...a cornucopia from the sky...de Meter eyeing this fine time of angel in the mirror delight...a lucrative adventure awaits...and yet there are those without such traits...but of course, to be so near, surely it would mean...and yet, when the proximities involve matters far removed from such mirroring interests...of course there's always a portrayal...among those who are good, righteous, upright, professional...ready to serve in such a way as to be the neck that devours the head....always in need for HER ordering on the other side of the tracks, think potato sacks inc, to BE NICE...No mind, just HAPPY....North Korea for this dumb bitch who we hate, unless she's fucking rich...then we LOVE HER order....Setting up the Helix, among....turning upon a horizontal plane of sorts, a leveling force, setting forth the vertical spins, these rolling stones into motion (this poor venus bitch is looking for a home, wealthy Venus follows the matter entirely)...She'll be our little star....and the bourgeoise angels...spinning the intelligence...among a calming breath snug in-between their organizing destruction...The venus cornucopia of destruction their boon...their webbing around the poor venus types....will have those ruby slippers into the right position in no time....let us prey....
...reasons for seasons... deity acquisitions...saved on that hard drive...FORE Square GOLF....shadow show language spinning like that murder disco ball....
It's not coming from some kind of angry or antagonistic space...It's drawing a lot from NYC, but the actual New York...Love in the mirror...certain minds follow what that all means and it isn't nice at all...how it is used....much like freedom and openness has a particular play as well which can be played up like a death warrant...much like the ending of Bette Davis' All this and "Heaven" two... and to profess one's affections in such a literal fucking fashion and that need as well from the knowers...He is all EYES, and the I's have IT in this fine era of fucking off since the 80s. RIP WWII GEN...the Kids of corruption have returned...saving face seems to be all the rage...Dry Beauty....Auto-Tuned life after love affectations...away from the 80s and beyond...She had no Eyes...but it's still oil and vinegar...like a star on the walk of fame in relation to a half-crescent killing moon delight....
