When someone strategically...and it was...of which one of a Royal network would already have known, as the event was forced...and I paused...Should I do something that would embody something safe and sound, or simply make a term of common courtesy, which has nothing to do with political allegiance, considering, I'm not at all among a nature that corresponds to patriarchy, aka Constantinople, at all, by design....should I say be in good health, of some type of term like that, maybe a German word...but I'm from the prison colony of Georgia...we grew up with the courtesy term of bless you which wasn't about patriarchy or being blessed. It was simply a courtesy term, not even of centuries past of the soul escaping. No. Ethonocentric bigotries aside, it was simply a courtesy, bless you. Not bless your heart, which is a derogatory, but rather among the cultural subtleties of the area, my area, the area I grew up in, and you didn't, a courtesy, of which, I reluctantly did say...with a pause beforehand...bless you, knowing how the classist bigotry play can be used. We shall see. That is, considering the finest of all manners in grad school, I seriously doubt there is much room for hope, other than the given a damn in the mirror, that doesn't actually give a damn. So, I pause, say it, and let that spin play among the look like we give a damn crowed goes into action. They have a new traction they manufactured yet again, all with a smile, all with the best intentions, and with a candlelight vigil pre-typed when the blood spills. It's so sad what is happening. We care so much, in the mirror, and yet all of the hell keeps happening, all of our help just keeps missing the bill, among hands conveniently falling short, but look at these angels in frame, among the camera...it's all seeing is believing right...so naturally, the one's winning big had the plan, had the drive, had the heart, and as for the underhanded measure that set the entire matter up...shhhhh.....just go for what looks nice, and for get what's to come in relation...no cost at all for these nice things in the mirror. It is simply to be held at face value, like blue paint striving to paint the harmonies that contextualize space that color the realizable sky blue...no the paint is the new blue, and you, the new and improve blue Monday...How does it feel! Fuck it, smile bitch. This is your time to shine, like it or not. You are the winner in frame...this is your empire, this is your dirt...smile fucker. And I'm okay in produce...much like I'm okay if I'm in a van, etc...I lived next to a castle, and preferred the water on the castle window...even among the world's elite, they follow what I mean. They too, as the one's always on target for those that strive to arrive, follow what I mean. I mean, when it's you minding your own and then you are beheaded because...I don't know...chocolate cheesecake, tourettes, something off-base, irrational, of shit's fucked up so fuck, kill the fucker, even if we don't know the fucker type of thing...and the the generations beyond, keeping it mirror, mirror, and as for her mad eys, sure thing, loves...she's entirely mad...there is a consensus and it is easy for you, so fuck it...entirely out of line of what happened to your line among the hell, but your angels in the mirror...so it's easy to shine now and all without ever acknowledging the cost, right? Not to say that is the case, but when ecased with such fine fucking manners...should we all pretend? You have the best of intentions and the best of wishes to all...like Disney World, and yet something about the path it all paves...like seeing is believing precluding the air we breathe...it's not logical, but when it is the era of easy...fuck it right? Smile. Good manners. Impromptu assessment of the impoverished one, materially that is, of which is all that is impoverished among this given time...you are the inside to the one that is on the outside, and lilith, and that tradition...when it's a needing of the minds among the mirror...shhh....she's simply something fictional of the generations past...clearly her entire existence was a manufacture of the map...and we've got the latest and greatest of all map innovations, so here we are to remain entirely in charge, in power, and in that way...it's totally going to work out.....no need to call out the corruption when it's a new and improved new clothes universal...shhhhhhhhhh......what comes around will never occur again, and yet, it does...all the time...but shhhhhhhhh....smile.........we've all got this,on the map inc...but of shit....LLC....yet again. If not a band-aid, then a rainbow flag...kittens and unicorns for all...fuck the blood smeared, just shine fuckers...all day every fucking happy day to no end....Great fucking world....
