And when YouTube flags Grace Jones from the 80s....it's soooooo concerning and yet it made rotations on the TV....It's like the sitcom All in the Family...it made rotations and now...unless it's words embodying a performance rather than being among bounded faculty...to speak your mind and it be wrong....it's just too much to risk, so stop being American today, go along to get along, goosestep for your imperial class rising, be the good little subject you know how to be...say it all right....pretend, all the while being real...like being vulnerable as strength, because that makes sense...like in nature...just the other day, saw a squirrel spread eagle, few birds of prey around...I wonder what happened....speak your mind, which isn't the same as spewing forth an outburst of the sentiment, we reason insofar, out of a womb of which we didn't create, so it's a meeting of the mind, among a constituency, among a citizenry, aiming to develop a sustainable rapport so have that critical engagement, not among words as embodied truth (irrational agency), which isn't going to have a consistency basis, but rather a process of interactivity that does something when we are being actually free, among an actual free-society....What that is, who cares, but it does forge actual bonds rather than this new era of the porcelain glass house, dick on expensive shit, nice as ice, coke without the bubbles sweet nothings on the rise shit, dittling the skittle...no bonds, just angels of sweet-nothing in the mirror on the plastic pyramid rise setting everything on fire with no hell insight....not like we haven't been through this before...WHITE LIGHT trolling while preying for all...
Just don't get supremacist allure vibes or a need to be ane embodiment of any sort...just a process, she can bleed...there can be room for doubt....you can put it all out there without a need to define the meaning....just have some fun...let that headspace chill for a bit without letting the sentimental state of irrational agency taking over...so long as one isn't aiming to disengage a meeting of the mind, one can relax...but considering disengagement is the new way of the American Citizen as Subject, as she needs to embody a good performance for the Tong Zi Dan, Sam I am Green Eggs and Ham club...it's not like the headspace gets to chill..it's the irrationalizing play along with the language lent rolling murder disco ball as one speaks in relation....just a killing outright, but with enough steps that the blood spill isn't a crime...and now...for the nice shit for good behavior crowed, by the numbers, it's always praise be the dick on expensive shit...it's oh my life is working out I had a plan the entire time and praise be the dick on expensive shit who made it all possible because I was licking that holy asshole the entire time....it's my life is tough, but I'll get through, cause praise be the dick on expensive shit.....or praise be the dick on expensive shit is a woman hater, but I'm still on this video dressed up like a slut just so my praise be the dick on expensive shit follows my worth...it's petrified patriarchical dick play...how many in his image variations can we possibly have, until we follow, this is culture by the numbers is pure ass. It sucks...I look at what has been going on around the world and the US 80s and 90s, and the new stuff sucks. It's boring. Even when it's good, not typically, it's playing up to norms and appearances rather than challenging the stagnations of a value system that makes the same tired play each and everytime...take the symbols of a previous generations cultural process, mimic the shit, embody in the mirror while gutting out the process...be the in his image version of the artistry you could never be. Again, it's like Tyler the Creator mocking the "read my cell phone" artistry all over the radio that likes to slap a cross on it because if it's not riding in on a expensive shit dick, then folks will quickly follow...my grandmas can fart better than you can sing...no auto-tune...maybe we can get your exciting looking talentless ass a kazoo, lodge that up your asshole...it's like a whole rendition for more than a decade of America might have talent....who knows....when it's so many training wheels surrounding almost every artist how can you really know...Days of Miles Davis....Days of something like Jazz....stations dedicated to artistry of proven process among other artists of proven process, who can flow with something off the cusp exhibiting the fluidity of one's skill sets...it's not like that can't be assessed, but no time for that, after all the market among dick on expensive shit says time is money...which just so happens to prop up puppets on auto-tuned strings rolling marionette masturbation machine...and you've got some interesting activities...and yet it's ice out the matriarchical brought to you by international democracy as a veneery authoritarian networks flowing money through to those sharing in the same Tong Zi Dan piss party...who too are happy to join in and gut out the democratic behavior form the inside out...freezing her off the airwaves a significant part of that process...the musical themes that were repeated decades after WWII that reference matters in relation to written record...all of a sudden are getting scrubbed out by Christian Social Party to Naizism Part II....and yes, the same church bullshit likes to walk into my place of work and talk out of their asses...like one's creativity, and yes there is a lot of creativity....while doing very well in graduate school there was a lot of creativity...while drumming for two decades there was creativity....when developing an approach to informatic modeling, of the western canon, and in relation to collegiate forms of critique there is creativity, in all my higher math classes, like linear algebra, calculus, advanced statistics, discrete mathematics, there was creativity....and that's what you want to emphasize, and you do love to drop the church speak....so creativity wouldn't be a backhand in relation to the ass-antics of the Tong Zi Dan horseshit, cultural movement of more of the same bullshit in the mirror, like superficial diversity, where your manufactured divided is simply there to catch the matriarchical into a dichotomy sandwich that has them killed off among a...it's just so confusing irrationalizing event, of which who do we turn to, but the ones rolling that bullshit, stuck on repeat, ready for the candlelight vigil, the humanitarian gala, the laundering money machines, that intend on banking off her misfortunes, her blood, her marginalizing existence unless one wants a little dabble in dirty money hustle that will float the money washing inc...all of which can be showered among all the loyal sycophants who just love blasting their brains with the white light, in a purr den, celebrating the era of sentiment, and as for how they are being used...who cares....the good fortune just comes out of the sky...the wolf we fleece our master...and as for the blood under the rug...fuck it!