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Read helmET Ulysses & the Dualing Split-Branch Olive Tree
Sign up the angels in the mirror, for them it's so easy to be good, just shine leaving everyone else with a little less...shh, you don't think, you don't care to think, but you love....shhh....blessed are these fine puuur den hearts....so loving in that look the part manner...surround the poor-dears, drop the bombs where planned, political puppets of Kompromat on the stage leading, dualized form (nothing in-between), update the angels live from the television screen (Psych plays, seeing is believing therefore the air we breathe doesn't exist, tracing process of behavioral design, it's not seeing, it doesn't exist...shhhh...just feel the purr Den Glory...live in his image...be the reason for the
(....interesting matter, Ghislaine, to be born into this, like many, simply, born into this...the red rose speedway is all oUrs, and without much choice, side-step and a networked death will be yours....a trajectory, a dance long before there was a TV, before there was a Gutenberg press...considerations among the Rock-Y Playhouse among Nathan Fhur and that Ulysses Opera...Oh Penelope...well we do have the cross-hairs on her, Oh Captain, My Captain...Meanwhile a newer institutional design, eclipsing thousands of years of institutional measure, no longer cultivated by static medium, but rather the institutional basis cultivated upon dynamic medium....I suppose this could be a minor affair, but it isn't at all....It's the most significant matter this fine dance has ever encountered...but we can ALL smile and pretend...business as usual...seems like a sure-fire convenient way of making IT, but that opt-out...the relegation, like a rigor mortis among the living moment is assured....but what do I follow...I'm just a produce employee, and yet, I love what I do....along with painting and running...of the process, differing from supremacies of allure, including humanitarian horseshit in the mirror shining the dual for the new and improved killing field they can "assist" yet again, and again, and again....rinse the blood and repeat....)
Quick get the tie-dies...get the piece signs...bag ....bREAD......sunbeams (Birdy Rockets) save, no hell in sight, so fuck it...blood orange...unicorn tapestry...5 senses...5 points to be a STAR....RISE....look all that $$$....Quick Post-IT, social media is entirely your free-DOM....no violence here at all...See....LOOK....MICKE(tea)Y.....Snicket...a series of unfortunate events....
Eurovision winner 2025 & that Theme...(Tong Zi Dan...Spaghetti... when it's all staged for a new wave of...Olive trees near the waterline....Eleusinian Mysteries....Demeter...Aphrodite and a foot upon....World Piece....Quick America protect your borders....Russia, just keep fighting okay (poor dear blood works for the lead stories, just kill them, the wolves with the same symbols gutting out the behavior will veil in the mirror with superficial diversity, humanitarian-ish endeavor, piece talks (bomb droppers striving to repair) as we embrace the sweet, sweet, song of world piece...like a Sucker)...see KILLING JOKE'S Ulysses and the Split-Branch DUAL....
As for ancient families tucked away running the show (her ancient order playing a little game of cat-dog ring around)....pockets full...shhhh....I mean to be among "American Free-Dom" as the tucked away bank-roll on this ignorant bullshit...STRIVE Money-making fuckers! You're making IT! ....Joose.....and to be among so many grid castles...bouncing around...like fucking a petrified turd....
Meanwhile...just something that....when the light has changed...dynamic arrangement, of a flip of the institutional arrangement entirely....thousands of years eclipsed....shhhh.....I mean when it all needs to go POP! Business as usual....Angel Eyes Unite...Drop the good word...Spin her into a web of violence, as the killers unite in the mirror in kind and loving piece. This imaginal disc, So many Colors, U-CRANE, Read Room Killers (roll dichotomy sandwich nothing in between, Cousin Moscow planning committee...poor dears in-beween, got the blood-list, checking it twice, get ready for the news line, heads on a line, this JUST-ICE in...destruction-construction $$$ what is our function, yes, world peice striving to understand for a better tomorrow of course...so many borders...no in-between...I wonder What's up...bird is the word, on a wire (that song), Eleu-Sive Mysteries, Bloodshed not permitted, A needed Cage as revenge, Her, upon his image spire), hOMe. Ancients on parade...Artistry celebrating his VIC-Trol(l)a-Tory, as she has yet to return...He dances in the mirror, until she emerges, yet again....reasons insofar, QUICK, murder disco ball...and that matter of dynamic medium cultivation, an institutional emergence....shhhhhhhh...sit down and talk with her, give her hollow niceties, praise the gullible bitch...maker her out as the star, 5-Point Unicorn Tapestry STAH, the superMON...get those hustle bones out her mouth .....dancing disco murder ball queen....(X-Apply tin-man ops) and on the colonial record, static cultivations save, until no longer...dynamic medium...shit....distract, distract, distract....we are in control even though we are fucked....what do you mean the his image, get your networked angel eyes, for her trip to the sky, glass house elevator ink, live from the chocolate factory, isn't working...Let us prey...Dynamic medium....newer institutional design...eclipsing thousands of years....
Just pretend. READ helmET, Yellow helmET. You may arrive in that way. Celebrate. You have a fucked up belonging here. His imAGE...until she arrives...which naturally in relation to plays of supremacist allure...oh her creative play, that innovation that afforded our commercial endeavor, our mirroring universal to all image, HE IS THE IS...we k(no)w what to do... Dualized booty WHITE LIGHT purrr den pieceful pirating unite....and then she arrives, of an informatic age...growing tired of his growing housing crisis for her....not so into the colonial-informational and his dick on expensive shit image...and his reason for the season angels ready to have nice little chats, including junior to father, with the report back on that nice shit for good behavior plan....shhhhhh.....you're talking, but not talking....the mirror has the records, the lists, the hermetic jibe....reflections upon...an emergence from the depths...don't know why....we are in the mirror and you are talking, but to me?.....we are together?....what could be driving this interesting mirror play....depths not pulling at the back of your head...need to disco....OKOJ...Joose...this dual A88A all eyes is just for you...Prance ....magic dance.....Macho Row-M(e)ance...Braveheart Beef on the stairway to (Jesus loves me it's so easy, no thought (excluding U-Prey, disco light shadow show reason for the violent season), just love....purrr deep, as for how matters are being used..."His Charley Horse Earth Angels"...ZAP...
...and from the Fertile Cresecent and beyond...the ancient of the ancients, to the ancient, to the modern,,,the shelled creature at the ankle...where there was rain there was lightning...to embrace a shadow show, among the colonial institutional formed a path until the informatic language, of dynamic arrangement emerted...agian eclipsing thousands of years of institutional measure...as the institutional keep pretending...by all means, send junior and big miss Industry my way...let's TALK-TALK and pretend this is a hustle bones bagging....and when the light changes...it's not as if the denial ever wants to accept...She has stepped in, and yet He holds all the controls...something is happening? Something is different? The play of power....the money maneuver....a lightning roots into the ground...like an eclectic tree....cloud cover now foliage...the existence no longer affirmed but very much in question....room for doubt indeed, the path of the rain dancer no longer secured...dynamic medium emerging and static medium without the capacity to keep up....legal systems, codified systems to affix assets (Capital), colonial traditions like the englightenMENt intellectual, at a loss....Post-Modernity confined to colonial medium...Baudrillard DNA encountering Informatic DNA....It all changes...but when it's strap a car to a horse, of our generation...gunning for convenience and lazy ass behavior...why even attempt to understand when the colonial inundation machine, can bury all of this for our ease...aka kids of corruption on parade...we have the material framing, who is this lowly everyday to the cosmetics of our new age that acts entirely different from the generations that afforded our success...She's now back on the stage...but HE IS....Fuck IT! That's our strength, weakness...it's totally going to favor us eve if we are entirely full of shIT. We look strong...that's what matters. SMILE. Prey. Eat-Love.
And to live in a world where NYC went from Big Apple to Big AppleBees...He's Perfect. She's on her way to being...At least London is opening up to her...I mean when we no longer acknowledge the death of the limelight expression...the Tong Zi Dan Spaghetti...Christian Social Party to Nazism dispositions...when green eggs and ham is simply a story and not referencing something....when she puts the ly in Perfectly....no more Apple, just Beehives and Honey like the North Korean Games....after all, when his image fucks her even out of the most basic of necessities, like rent for shelter....she's perfectly brought to you by London, no longer New York, as the paper, scissors, ROCK-Y-FELLAH (Get that give a fuck look today...humanitarian gala photos for all, as for how it all goes down, piece)...HE is fucking her out of the town...followed up by a cool nice, peace like scissor sisters....She's....
At least London has a smidgen of a pulse left....I mean, when he can be so victorious and without question...All that money...plastic pyramids...heart on top....this is your time killers...give the purrr den all you got...White Light...it's worked time and time again, and yet, the newer institutional design entering the stage...what, by design, that does and she re-entered, regardless of your play...pretend...pretEND.....I mean with so many skyscrapers and electric grids to your name...all will worship you of course...and yet, the innovative afford...even among the ages of a distant past...so this is your time to live it up as gods in the mirror when she afforded that very measure...by all means...here get another fuckwit to take her to a Ulysses Opera...by all means...Thrive like a Honey Hive...it must "feel" so good and as for what comes around...well it doesn't have to be acknowledged just yet...so keep IT ROCK steady freddy...as SHE goes...HE IS in the mirror...among his Angels who love and make it, it's so easy, violent as a non-violent earth angel can be...shhh.....as long as they don't know...the purrrrrr feels so fucking good....the love of a White Light elation, and yet, if they ever figure out how they are being used...that violent measure that has been smearing blood across the world, among those who wouldn't even fathom hurting someone...back to that ancient mystery...those who killed not allowed....sparta....athens...resentment....always the same fight dolled up as a different time and yet remaining....HE hates....SHE questions....There was never any love to begin with...this just in, even as He preaches all you need is love....He's spinning the universal world piece like a killswitch killing machine, She's opening up the room for doubt and the developments he can't readily map...when the institutional measure is there, the record that traces the process beyond mere static embodiment...SHE IS...does he even quite follow what just happened here...I mean with all that material and money deemed as a means to power...surely he is the safeguared, and yet....
and again, send junior to father, crosses to hypatia, little miss Industry to HIS IMAGE brigade...it's totally going to workout as you pretend...and I need to fight at this point, when this is a matter of design...SHE IS...it's simply a messenger to a message, even if HE wants to pretend...she's back and there is nothing he can do about that, materialized endeavor and all...but gain, do pretend...role-play...She knows his every move, and among her institution, he's going to understand her fuck, like a no 3 eyes for a fourth kind. Gum drop eyes as the third eye? He can always try. When she arives and he's sized up, it's not as if a rock to the ocean really does anything other than feed away at the seas that feed...so attempt to be the seed, she'll sea...even among your tong zi dan tea play...to have that moment, that time, that era, and yet to encounter a watery grip that was inevitable...no lightning...rooting the lightning play into an entirely different form of institutional development...She has, officially, arrived by design....a medium cultivated by dynamic arrangement....static cultivation languages around the world to the wayside...but by all means do pretend...IT is expected...as those emerging into power engage this newer matter...
