Fuck the Talk-Talk to No Doubt cultural shift...
She's making no sense...our disco ball language told us so...I mean his image supports us, so fuck her....Meanwhile, the informatic will emerge...the rest of this dancing on a cave wall is fuckery...but she still needs to be fucked...so understand her today...again..and again...smiling angels...good littel sons and daughters...on parade...in the mirror....chicken vs egg, Ukraine vs Russia, Israel vs Palestine, Jew vs Muslim, Poor Black vs Poor White brought to you by Rich Black vs Rich White (hand in hand gunning shhh) veiled with a superficial diversity rainbow flag and other Rich friends (we prefer money over human regard but as a minority in the mirror, not marginalized, but speaking for, we are here to support humanitarian endeavor as we run a blood hustle and traffick whoever the fuck we please, guiding the dirty bitch magin to the dirty money hustle that floats our laundering, tax evasion, and breaks for him among a very different kind of break for her...when it's so in the mirror looking the nice-nothing part) shhhhh...the GINI Coefficient is a lie...meanwhile the dichotomies are caught up among the struggle, poor-dears, nothing in between...live tonight, this just in, on the television screen...you got it first from us...you now understand...why question when it looks so...officious, professional, upgright, and cosmetically clean...our meek, mild, and humble wolves will find a resolve for the bombs they just dropped...like clean hands before the temple, the blood is nowhere to be found even as the message hustles her to a death, shhh...just recieve the storyline....be worried...and give all your apathetic concerns even as you are entirely full of shit...Just go along angels...it's just that easy...you are peace, love, and harmony, as you pile on to the violent machine...this is your time...loving all...
And when it's espresso machiato America...I mean, you want the money and the cartesian sieve is now the new and improve master of everlasting delight...I mean yeah okay so what the fuck do we do...we can either run with this matriarchical bitch...she can't get anymore American radio play...New York gentrified the fuck out of her...all grids gentrified the fuck out of her...she likes elegant decay but he just plastered the next round of Marilyn Monroe lipstick on her sad and depressed suicidal ass cause she can't get a damn thing from him, even has he plays it looks like he gives all of the fucks, wtih no give a fucks to spare...just so little time and of course the espresso machiatos on his plan, little time to even follow...so it's get fucked up with her...or be kind, be happy, be all the love one can muster...aka fake mirror bullshit...It's OKOJ Joose regardless...So I'm going for the get access option to that lesser of two evils offering date night with an ATM...
I mean, yeah he's coming for my family's ass, the next round...I'll be dead and gone by that time, even if I am dead today...I mean...I'm a good fucking person...I love with all my damn heart...I work my ass off...I've subsribed...how it all works...we got no time...it looks good, so fuck it...and....uh...but tonight is my night..fuck IT. I'm getting paid bitch...We running that polarity principle...freeze that bitch out with the nice as ice plan...we on that snatch cash plan...Piece...I mean to be this angelic, we got to afford some fucking tints...it's that look of the new and improved angelic order...no image accept His Image...that secrecy is important...we'll price her out, gut her out of a job, and then let her understand her place with a different kind of Tent...
To live in this fucked up country...at least it looks good...fuck...He's Wild...She's Wild...ER-Ness...Loch-Ness...reflections of mystery and wonder...half-present, half-FCD (capable citizens on that shot sling plan)...Tone Locs and Tone Deafs...Violent and Funky for all...kind of like freedom but Free-Dom...where the wild wild-things are....Why Buck the bucks...She's meat...just let him have his way...culture by the numbers is our friend...get your goosestep on today...Utopia in the mirror and beyond...Russia privatized, not privatized, hold checks for privatized shares, oligarchs, pumping money into American churches, christian social party to nazism...just fucking smile fuckers...it's money to night, so fuck it. Let the next crew pick up the violence....what even fucking read when we can simply love...When we can k(no)w we don't k(no)w, when we can in our fuckery question what she doesn't k(no), in that clever fuckwitted fashion that smacks of paralyzing ignorance...so it's all just a disco ball play...even among newer institutional form...even as the reflection at the surface breaks up, upon her emergence...you got this...your TINTS will protect you entirely...disengage, disengage...in his image and beyond...it's going to work, even among the visuals of an informatic model...plastered smile, distortion brains unite...it's all just so...this all isn't necessary when you can just be among the sentiments...be happy...be kind..what's so wrong about that...North Korea? Totalitarian regime... Somebody's got a money pump in the American chruches...the shitless are full of shit...This is just too hard...can AI figure this out for me...OMG, that social media post....I don't see anything wrong...it all looks fine...like the German Olympics...I mean who doesn't support world piece and humanity for all...and I mean when it can be used in such a fucked up way again...orienting toward the process...tracing the behavior...I can't see it in the mirror...it's just not easy enough...I'll float at the surface while the depths catch everything up into a violent surprise...and as for her emergence among the newer institutional form...it's just not going to be so serious...He told me so...I believe...it's just easier that way...sorry not sorry....fuzzy love nothing...nice as ice for everyone...been here before...shhhhh....I'm trying to enjoy my espresso machiato....among these conveniences...among these visuals...among this massaging psychology...if I can't see it, no need to worry....the violence comes later....SMILE...OMG, it's MICKEY! Bubblin' TINTS for all...Son Spots everywhere...just go with this fine hour of a need for ease...Imaginal discs....bunny cave room echoes...reflections upon....
