I am looking for the trail of snails...
What does he do to them...
Well, he does give her options...unless...well informatics...she has her own options now...
She Just LUUUUVVVVVS...His "Love....ove...ove...ove........oven.....
He's got a vine of disco ball grapes....he's dangling as we speak...the INTER-NET...dangle, dangle, dangle, dangle..Word Police...Embodied Truths...Words for ICE...What did the lyrics say?...We No....We the Dualized....Fucking Irrational...K(no)w....meanwhile she notes of the obvious play....and responds accordingly...
D.O.G. Luv M E...Faux....Saw....an existence before a language? Let us TALK TALK...No doubt...
Meanwhile he's spinning out in front of the black hole suprette...going k(no)where....disco murder ball obliterated into a newer form of...among the informatic emergence...she's such a poor embodiment....impure...get back in the cage whore...in the fucking cage!
D.O.G. Luv M E...Faux....Saw....an existence before a language? Let us TALK TALK...No doubt...
Meanwhile he's spinning out in front of the black hole suprette...going k(no)where....disco murder ball obliterated into a newer form of...among the informatic emergence...she's such a poor embodiment....impure...get back in the cage whore...in the fucking cage!
Snake on the Murder Disco Ball
Holy fuck...this bitch...she's a shadow escapade.....sooo much internet....so much TV...Is she keeping up?....Is she normal....Plato...Eleusinian Mysteries...Wheat Heads...Slip Knot...
Look...Look...Shadow Language....Look...Devil Talker...Devil TALKER....
Dualized Organization Saves...Climb High Fuckers (wheat flowers)...These fucking Uni-Corns...GrapeMunk....MonkLuverTea...
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what's for dinner tonight...Kornish Ham....
Mathematical model calculating the unstructured information....wahhhhhhh
Should she Irrationally Embody?
Like goosestepping for ideology, or can she bleed....
Free society, of actual democratic behavior...yes, she can bleed...she can express...middle finger in the air...RIDE IT....
Hanging in the bath-room...so much water...
Fire head red, hot wax...Venus grip...head bubblin...symbols in play...
Free society, of actual democratic behavior...yes, she can bleed...she can express...middle finger in the air...RIDE IT....
Hanging in the bath-room...so much water...
Fire head red, hot wax...Venus grip...head bubblin...symbols in play...
Windows, Checkers, Electric Grid...possibly a murder disco ball, oh my!
strangers with fa-IT-h candy...Pennywise Tuppence...Grave diggers delight...5 plots, 5 points, 5 blood oranges, Uni-Corn tapestries, 5 senses, POP....have some water...Fly High, Ruby Talls, Rocket Surf(f)erings....
Disengaging understanding...the angel in the mirror saves...
Just keep seeing...Just keep seeing...Cartesian siev...Just keep seeing...Know your embody...look happy, upbeat, and nice....jsut keep seeing....So much to talk about.....plato's cave...shadow show disco ball party.....Just keep seaing...
interactivity-between...she had no eyes...JUST-ICE-E....
He observers her, eyes among no face glory...
He likes what he sees...
He's clean cut, polished, and professional. He's realizing himself and his world, cartesian sieve universal utopiaville. To beeeeee with him...Sandbox Tins...the Umpire awaits...
grab him by the hand today...
Odd Halls, Corporate Sna(r)k(i)es, the Sand-ish box
ssssss....SUPER DUPER FUK....ISH.
...in the dark....
she's off the map, he's got the files, congrats SIR....she's a porn addict...she's superman cerebral....too much head like Guiness...disengage, disengage, disengage...dry her out....kill with kindness...who cares about logic...this is North Korea now adorned with democratic symbols, of democracy as merely a veneer....fuck corresponding behavior...we shall be a utopia of nice-nothing niceness, like ice, like dry, dry, sand. High-fives, five points, five blood oranges...cool!
Hold me UP...Hold me DOWN....White LIGHT....
It's so hard to wield power in this way...just takes an underhanded jackass to flip a light switch on and off, kind of like a strobe light, only less sophisticated. Just fine the jackasses scared of their shadow to join in on the shadow show...to celebrate the champion diddle skittle finger on the switch....You are the masters of the world...our victor laundering assholes...and yet we are still on a fucking rock spinning around fire...here, let me join in on the celebration as well....I'm farting as we speak....but not just any farting...I'm here to give you the gift you love to offer all...magical fart bubbles...they go POP! Like the stars on parade that don't fart of course because you've shoved a bedazzled dong up their aurora franklin.
It's ELECTRIC, MICKEY TRICKY ICKY...Dualized back-up...Was-Not Was...Dinosuar Gun...The gun is the issue...The pulpit angels k(no)w...knowledge as silo, in flesh containers checkered about, bodies in the mirror learning to grow together in that fine superficial manner, not knowledge running through (She Bleeds) critically engaging matters...let us converse on the basis of embodied truth, like relative perspective, and do all to superficially "understand." We care so much, so long as we can have that fine look...MICKEY HAPPY....as for tracing the behavior with mindful rigor...these matters of process...more than seeing is believing that would preclude the air we breathe, the process doesn't exist, let alone ever become a priority. Just keep it all at the surface. Be a sentimental being, and disregard a meeting of the mind. The visual will be the basis of action like North Korea. Does she have the look? Does the issue have the visual we need? These plays of association/dissassociation, association/disassociation...Wolf in sheep clothing/sheep in wolf clothing, Wolf in sheep clothing/Sheep in wolf clothing...you saw it LIVE on the television screen...the angel in the mirror, the polished pucker on the pulpit...LOOK....you can trust it all...REDRUM, REDRUM...it makes you feel good, right? That gun, just like the D.O.G...white light, shiny, happy...feels good (sentimental beings you are, subjects, no US Citizens), and yet grounding into a stabilizing basis for societal arrangement...no....just the typical play of a new rise to erect cosmetic authority in what was once Democracy, but now becoming democracy as a veneer...Irrational authority and beyond...much like word police assertions and beyond...to be free with such words and expression...we should always worry what others will think and say...as...truth? relative truth? of which would assume....but that is too much thinking...and we see no hell in sight, so let the good times roll....all seems well at least...surely this is new territory and not a repeat of the same matter all over again...Patriarchy victory and that matriarchical concentration camp....again...and again...and again...just doll up the violence with visuals and pretend. Hold her up, hold her down, Up, Down, Up, Down, Up, Down....
WHITE LIGHT...it's all in the mirror, seeing is believing, the visual is your cue for understanding...what is going on, just look around, the violence isn't coming from the angels in the mirror at all...MICKEY....they rescue with hands dropping all the time...they are the agents of cosmetic glory, and of course, they always care with all the optimism they can muster in such an outward fashion...the are truly good people as you can observe for yourself....It's all at the surface, remember (he is...)...as for tracing the underhanded behavior...shhh...look at the TV...this mirror....the air you breathe, that doesn't exist, especially when everything is looking so bright, happy, and kind...We care in the cosmetic way you need...it feels good doesn't it! Feel....be the sentimental being we need you to be...Citizenry...I mean if it is a veneer for what makes you feel upbeat and excited...SHINE with us... Mickey is pointing...look...REDRUM...
It's ELECTRIC, MICKEY TRICKY ICKY...Dualized back-up...Was-Not Was...Dinosuar Gun...The gun is the issue...The pulpit angels k(no)w...knowledge as silo, in flesh containers checkered about, bodies in the mirror learning to grow together in that fine superficial manner, not knowledge running through (She Bleeds) critically engaging matters...let us converse on the basis of embodied truth, like relative perspective, and do all to superficially "understand." We care so much, so long as we can have that fine look...MICKEY HAPPY....as for tracing the behavior with mindful rigor...these matters of process...more than seeing is believing that would preclude the air we breathe, the process doesn't exist, let alone ever become a priority. Just keep it all at the surface. Be a sentimental being, and disregard a meeting of the mind. The visual will be the basis of action like North Korea. Does she have the look? Does the issue have the visual we need? These plays of association/dissassociation, association/disassociation...Wolf in sheep clothing/sheep in wolf clothing, Wolf in sheep clothing/Sheep in wolf clothing...you saw it LIVE on the television screen...the angel in the mirror, the polished pucker on the pulpit...LOOK....you can trust it all...REDRUM, REDRUM...it makes you feel good, right? That gun, just like the D.O.G...white light, shiny, happy...feels good (sentimental beings you are, subjects, no US Citizens), and yet grounding into a stabilizing basis for societal arrangement...no....just the typical play of a new rise to erect cosmetic authority in what was once Democracy, but now becoming democracy as a veneer...Irrational authority and beyond...much like word police assertions and beyond...to be free with such words and expression...we should always worry what others will think and say...as...truth? relative truth? of which would assume....but that is too much thinking...and we see no hell in sight, so let the good times roll....all seems well at least...surely this is new territory and not a repeat of the same matter all over again...Patriarchy victory and that matriarchical concentration camp....again...and again...and again...just doll up the violence with visuals and pretend. Hold her up, hold her down, Up, Down, Up, Down, Up, Down....
WHITE LIGHT...it's all in the mirror, seeing is believing, the visual is your cue for understanding...what is going on, just look around, the violence isn't coming from the angels in the mirror at all...MICKEY....they rescue with hands dropping all the time...they are the agents of cosmetic glory, and of course, they always care with all the optimism they can muster in such an outward fashion...the are truly good people as you can observe for yourself....It's all at the surface, remember (he is...)...as for tracing the underhanded behavior...shhh...look at the TV...this mirror....the air you breathe, that doesn't exist, especially when everything is looking so bright, happy, and kind...We care in the cosmetic way you need...it feels good doesn't it! Feel....be the sentimental being we need you to be...Citizenry...I mean if it is a veneer for what makes you feel upbeat and excited...SHINE with us... Mickey is pointing...look...REDRUM...
Let us lurk about and interact with a language as embodied truth, because that is entirely rationalizing...therteresting. Here, read, surveil, gossip, rinse and repeat. Be a good little North Korean soldier fighting for these American Freedoms that you can't even fathom at this point. North Korea is almost in play. Keeping going our happy little waxen nothing creatures...Feel good about it. Hang a fucking cross on it. Traditions as a veneer. It's so easy now. Our new masters understand our needs for convenience, so let us all go along to get along. It's going to "work out" just fine.
And naturally there is that obvious alternative expected, simulacra revolution...a RAGE against the machine...get your hot topic T-Shirts today...or once upon a time, like in NYC...a need to pretend among the cartesian sieves....or maybe there is art, expressing, dance for example, and that way of interacting with the language in a rationalizing way...which isn't going to cater to promotions of mere sentiment, like were are reactive animals at the surface of our environment #TotalitarianpromotionsforAmerica. Be kind. Be happy. Take that bullshit back to North Korea love. Offer visuals to assert you are the process behind improvements...nope. Not the case, but for minds at the surface, the visual is all they need. As for the matters of process sparking that push...she doesn't exist, "remember," HE IS! a language of embodied truth and beyond... rationalizing process...I mean, when you have eyes to the surface and irrationalizing embodiment measure...fuck it...thinking with any rigor is just too fucking hard, SMILE! We are ignorant bullshit in the know, yet again. We will seize the visual and fuck her again, and again...it's all going down as we speak...we got this!
Get your Tong Zi Dan GOLDEN Tickets Today...Western FRONT...Showering all with Heavenly (laundering) Bliss - The good fortune St. Vapor brings...It's magic, like Mickey! Let us prey.
of which words as notions of embodied truth without question....not at all the case, especially among a free society with corresponding behaviors...to police one's words, including attempting convtroversial embodiments in relation to those words...not democratic at all, but if democracy is to exist as a veneer of its formal self...alright! No process, no mindful rigor, just a happy nothing land, process gutted, goosestepping for glory, to serve as subject to a cosmetic authority...it's going to be everyone's ticket and yet among written record, that no hell in sight certainly does deliver those of a certain lazy ease straight back to the violent hell where they are to belong. But hey, smile, be nice, be kind, kittens puppy dogs and the new human as a bundle of sentiment will save. It's not American, no, it's the Nu-American.
In all seriousness: NALM -astray
This is a topic near and dear to my...hornless D-Aries. No Ass Lives Matter. I'm serious. Most videos all you see is that back bend and everything goes convex with that ass hex. It's Ka-Pow and it's always the way. Still, you got folks who are more like Ka-poor, concave, like that monochrome disk in the art museum. Most folks take note of the crescent twerking about and pay no mind, but all of us NALMS already know our sunken tresures are beautiful, like Mac Tonight...
And it has been hard...really really hard...and boney because after that rice and beans campaign, no ass had no ass...just straight up ostracized, and behind those feathers, even the ostrich has...no ass, no one to support except a Donkey who makes an ass over the no ass, like somewhere over the rainbow if the rain didn't bow. It's ass w/o ass. Still, there has been progress made over the years, since the great sir-mix-alot revolution. In particular...
Bubble butts accept us, even the video included one of our own, no ass Marilyn Bunrow, not to be confused with bubble gum butts, synthetic butts that sometimes POP a cheek or two like a yoga ball over a broken wine glass...One man went blind...he didn't want to tell the hole story, but even he said it was like a war zone...he was in the trenches and then it was like bombs sounding off, and now he can't see the light, or that ass. It's just an indication of the hardship of our society. People cannot resist a bubble butt, even if their are serious risks involved. Mac Tonight is much safer, but still there is a lot of bigotries toward our kind. All any of us NALMastrays ask is that you don't hate our ass, because we ain't got none...together now NALMastray......
....where was I? What's this about? Who could she be now?
And it has been hard...really really hard...and boney because after that rice and beans campaign, no ass had no ass...just straight up ostracized, and behind those feathers, even the ostrich has...no ass, no one to support except a Donkey who makes an ass over the no ass, like somewhere over the rainbow if the rain didn't bow. It's ass w/o ass. Still, there has been progress made over the years, since the great sir-mix-alot revolution. In particular...
Bubble butts accept us, even the video included one of our own, no ass Marilyn Bunrow, not to be confused with bubble gum butts, synthetic butts that sometimes POP a cheek or two like a yoga ball over a broken wine glass...One man went blind...he didn't want to tell the hole story, but even he said it was like a war zone...he was in the trenches and then it was like bombs sounding off, and now he can't see the light, or that ass. It's just an indication of the hardship of our society. People cannot resist a bubble butt, even if their are serious risks involved. Mac Tonight is much safer, but still there is a lot of bigotries toward our kind. All any of us NALMastrays ask is that you don't hate our ass, because we ain't got none...together now NALMastray......
....where was I? What's this about? Who could she be now?
Carte Blanche
Limelight NYC....Today, T.G.I.F NYC... The BIG APPLEBEES....Calling all Boss-ton
lime...light....Tong Zi Dan...Green Eggs and Hamp, Everybody in the place...It's like a place of danceship...cartesian sieve overload...dancefuck, mindfuck...fuck...let us prey...
Europe had the best Churches...
NYC had the lime-light,Tong Zi Dan Golden Shower Hour with some glitter on top...then traded it all in for the new and improved...take your grandma out to Applebees scene. I don't get that ass. Bring NYC back...where is the crazy shit...not Alicia Keys with Jay-Z looking like, get me the hell off this, with SSION mocking the entire manufactured nothing dancing to it in a CVS...but for now...Europe a la ooooo-tube...I want dolled up housewives and leather daddies with glitter on their ass cheeks lighting up the stage as the twerk...I mean something aside from this brady bunch checkers on a mountainside shit...no pulse just die-agra. Purrr-Fect-Oh? R.I.P. Limelight Gentry-fee-cation...This fine hour of matriarchy erasure...and she's still called the big apple...sin city...the irony...to be among the new and improved miss-gnomer....
everybody in the place
We are all starting to Grey, lol.....considering pink stripes....something hair....
Gnature
Role-Play: I was chilling with my family out in a fied...enjoying the sunshine...butterflies about...the hum of engines in the air...falcon obliterating a wild dove...it was a good day...then all of a sudden...just passed out...me and the whole crew...we of the quad ped design...got minds, but we ain't playin' cartesian sieve...So next thing you know we are lining up, like we about to play a game or something...I walked into a room, hearing the gutteral screams of my crew, then something entered into my ass...electrocuted the fuck out of me....it was a shock electric probe...I was writhing in pain...then some asshole with a chainsaw started to cut off my legs...then as I started to go numb the fucker cut off my head...but I'm still here around the remenants...maybe a shaman can explain...so anyhow I make my way to a store in Coweta...the name suited....the crew was all on the truck...we were hovering around still in shock..there were are body parts, wrapped in cellophane, being unloaded and some dickface with a crew cut, smiling, was putting our parts on a shelf for a bunch of biped animalistic assholes to take away...fortunately we were all bought up by a group...we ended up in a field of some sort....it was a bbq...had animal sounds coming out of a box...it sounded like running water and birds...like birds singing toward the sky while taking a piss...everyone was smiling...getting full...just embracing the love, peace, harmony, and beautiful nature...while we were being eaten, after being killed...so the bbq ended...and then that's when I lost my crew...we gravitated toward the center of where most of our rotted flesh resided in the bellies of some assholes driving mechanical bugs....next think you know, I'm in a room with a bowl, a pond of some sort, a biped worship of some sort...baptising my fucking entrails and then flushing away the evidence...can I get a wittness...so my thoughts on this Gnature...This relation of annoyance among earth muffin glory....In two songs...
Now nature...oh whoa...no that's something entirely different...The bipeds with cameras surrounding them now know all about nature....It's something that replaces the virgin of immaculate conception...it's like a purity ring of earthen delight...that now, is absolutely a matter to consider...especially when it's holding associations with peace and love...and white light elevation....it's absolutely about nature. No journals involved...no observations and measures...just for the love of nature. So peaceful....so easy....feeling good...happy....smiling...fucked in the head...caring for and saving...sure thing...
Now nature...oh whoa...no that's something entirely different...The bipeds with cameras surrounding them now know all about nature....It's something that replaces the virgin of immaculate conception...it's like a purity ring of earthen delight...that now, is absolutely a matter to consider...especially when it's holding associations with peace and love...and white light elevation....it's absolutely about nature. No journals involved...no observations and measures...just for the love of nature. So peaceful....so easy....feeling good...happy....smiling...fucked in the head...caring for and saving...sure thing...
Simulacra Revolution
It's like revolution in a trendy yet generic hand bag...from the hot topic...
It's like a rage against the machine...it's like a rising, and yet the matter...decoded flows code the machine...it's very much in-line...as expected...not at all a surprise...lucrative...sedated uprisings galore...and the presentation, the visual, like kids jumping on a bed....it looks the part, and yet even among the artistry, the mirror will have to the day...as decaying death looking alive...Is this something bad or good...it never really goes there...it's simply activities to preoccupy the time...is this not a passing? Should we simply have something actually violent? What's the point of that? But in terms of the free-flow of information and presentation, any and all, as would be expected, at least once upon a time in the US, are welcomed. Information flow, any and all, matters...as for ice cubes mattering...it has a purpose, but the free flow of information...if a mind understands how to question matters yes, if a mind is inclined toward controversy, it's more smiling lazy bullshit on parade, ready to goosestep in the name of being free #NotAmericanBehavior Can't keep up with the words...then own your skillz...it's okay, but to veneer over and pretend...#NotAmericanBehavior...Can't keep up, then try a little harder loves...It's like the mind that thinks this is about actual Revolution...It's not...this just in. More like wild hair among mirroring distortions...It's not as if I'm really a shock to the system in relation to the generations decades before the 90s, but these days...I'm the fucking BEAST....Off his rocker...
Never down home, just out and about...adventuring like nature boy.
And when wild hair is simulacra Revolution...She's on the controversy plan...I wonder what that is...round and round we go...I'm with the organ player at the center...watching the keys and pedals...looking up, viewing a blur upon a distance horizon in clear view...the other crew, in view of each other, clearly observed, the horizon a white light stairway, the music maker crew, devilsh divergence carrying on about a horizon view entirely different, of metaphysics, of exploration, of tracing designs among the layerings of arrangement, of rigors...of something that just sounds complicated, vs just keep spinning, just keep spinning...like blur and the universal...hopefully the priest doesn't like you...otherwise...enter a rude awakening....
we are the music makers and we the dreamers of a...just keep spinning...just keep spinning...
nature simulating revoltuion...revolution simulating nature...the environment...Rise up to protect...the music makers are completely caught off guard by this one...It's a real movement I tell you...A shock to the system...spinning...as for the ones at the keys and pedals...and that view of the horizon...I wonder what's happening here...Naure here, Revolution there, mobius cut...Revolution there, Nature there, mobius cut....cut...cut...cut...CUT....just keep spinning...a spun web of realization...like bubble gum love...out and about...among the mirroring distortions, among the mobius strip cuts...a ball of dismantling rise up that remains sinking...it's completely catching the music makers off guard...like a MTV rage against the machine presentation...Those Jewish Motherfuckers (Muslim on the television screen (as the bloody cartesian sieve turns) and dichotomy the concern because you give such a fucking damn...nothing to consider among the in-between, you got it in a headline, like a darwinian wasp sting to a zombie...here tell all about your worries among the screen, show all how much give a fuck you can muster, even as the behavior indicates, you could give two fucks little angel, but by all means let us all know how concerned you are and how much you fucking care...again like the zombie upon a Darwinian wasp...)...eeek...totally didn't anticipate that one...the DNA between the real and simulated...and you are here to shake your fist...sure thing...here are some pamplets on the next pitchfork and fire community hall...come out and about and play...be one with your nature...and nature...after all, aren't you a protector of all that is under the sun...by all means...let's play...that is, to rise up in relation to...to at least make even the slightest effort to question the construct of matters, the measures under the hood...to step off the spinning platform and chill with the music makers...but when it's a white light finish to life that one is set on, like a spiritual bukkake session...by all means, it's at least easier that way...I wonder what you are about? ANGELS!
Among his image and among the word...Talk Talk shadow show...Plato's cave...what's that, let us prey...just gossiping...totally innocent. We love without question.....D-WASP...DWASP...Snap, Crackle, POP...ice crispy...bug light residual...figured it all out and with such ease...His creation, precluding inner workings of such an assertion of course....Spinning...Spinning...Demeter Cornucopia...Dorothy...Home....Spinning....Spinning....Lolipop Guild...Tong Zi Dan...Green Eggs and Ham....Creation all around....Nature a purity snatch virgin needing yet another set of heroes...Spinning....Spinning...meanwhile the music makers not on board...I wonder why? A cohesive thesis in the bag...making all the sense...normal...family portraits on the wall...played up...NEVER...Shine On!
..into the light...calculating infinity and beyond...a grasp of non-grasp...mathematical sublime...purr den lovers...so happy...so kind...it's truly the way...twogether as one...embracing...mirror mirror...hang it on the wall...not being used whatsoever...Peace brothers and sisters...be one with nature....love nature....protect nature, like immaculate conception...be the vapor saint protecting her...you are the provider provided to provide...piece...in-motion...doing what is needed...it's all getting better now...like simulacra revolution...on the rise, mobius strip cuts and all...Peace sells....revolution sells...nature sells...Piece Sales...get your out of trouble and/or on the better way move opportunity today...your the music maker entirely...even if you are spinniing...a menagerie of linear progress...we support you...by all means save us all...sell it...reject the sell even as you sell...take control spinning music maker....take con-troll....
...let us all strive for peace....it's all very peaceful...that split...that counter peace implication...VIOL-ence...but yes to be so loving...to shine...to become a little purrrr den of white light...you setting violent measure...the counter-implication...and angelic accord...firestarters...never! The cartesian sieve saves...the elevations toward the mirror...your best wof in sheeps clothing friend...let us prey...
It's like a rage against the machine...it's like a rising, and yet the matter...decoded flows code the machine...it's very much in-line...as expected...not at all a surprise...lucrative...sedated uprisings galore...and the presentation, the visual, like kids jumping on a bed....it looks the part, and yet even among the artistry, the mirror will have to the day...as decaying death looking alive...Is this something bad or good...it never really goes there...it's simply activities to preoccupy the time...is this not a passing? Should we simply have something actually violent? What's the point of that? But in terms of the free-flow of information and presentation, any and all, as would be expected, at least once upon a time in the US, are welcomed. Information flow, any and all, matters...as for ice cubes mattering...it has a purpose, but the free flow of information...if a mind understands how to question matters yes, if a mind is inclined toward controversy, it's more smiling lazy bullshit on parade, ready to goosestep in the name of being free #NotAmericanBehavior Can't keep up with the words...then own your skillz...it's okay, but to veneer over and pretend...#NotAmericanBehavior...Can't keep up, then try a little harder loves...It's like the mind that thinks this is about actual Revolution...It's not...this just in. More like wild hair among mirroring distortions...It's not as if I'm really a shock to the system in relation to the generations decades before the 90s, but these days...I'm the fucking BEAST....Off his rocker...
Never down home, just out and about...adventuring like nature boy.
And when wild hair is simulacra Revolution...She's on the controversy plan...I wonder what that is...round and round we go...I'm with the organ player at the center...watching the keys and pedals...looking up, viewing a blur upon a distance horizon in clear view...the other crew, in view of each other, clearly observed, the horizon a white light stairway, the music maker crew, devilsh divergence carrying on about a horizon view entirely different, of metaphysics, of exploration, of tracing designs among the layerings of arrangement, of rigors...of something that just sounds complicated, vs just keep spinning, just keep spinning...like blur and the universal...hopefully the priest doesn't like you...otherwise...enter a rude awakening....
we are the music makers and we the dreamers of a...just keep spinning...just keep spinning...
nature simulating revoltuion...revolution simulating nature...the environment...Rise up to protect...the music makers are completely caught off guard by this one...It's a real movement I tell you...A shock to the system...spinning...as for the ones at the keys and pedals...and that view of the horizon...I wonder what's happening here...Naure here, Revolution there, mobius cut...Revolution there, Nature there, mobius cut....cut...cut...cut...CUT....just keep spinning...a spun web of realization...like bubble gum love...out and about...among the mirroring distortions, among the mobius strip cuts...a ball of dismantling rise up that remains sinking...it's completely catching the music makers off guard...like a MTV rage against the machine presentation...Those Jewish Motherfuckers (Muslim on the television screen (as the bloody cartesian sieve turns) and dichotomy the concern because you give such a fucking damn...nothing to consider among the in-between, you got it in a headline, like a darwinian wasp sting to a zombie...here tell all about your worries among the screen, show all how much give a fuck you can muster, even as the behavior indicates, you could give two fucks little angel, but by all means let us all know how concerned you are and how much you fucking care...again like the zombie upon a Darwinian wasp...)...eeek...totally didn't anticipate that one...the DNA between the real and simulated...and you are here to shake your fist...sure thing...here are some pamplets on the next pitchfork and fire community hall...come out and about and play...be one with your nature...and nature...after all, aren't you a protector of all that is under the sun...by all means...let's play...that is, to rise up in relation to...to at least make even the slightest effort to question the construct of matters, the measures under the hood...to step off the spinning platform and chill with the music makers...but when it's a white light finish to life that one is set on, like a spiritual bukkake session...by all means, it's at least easier that way...I wonder what you are about? ANGELS!
Among his image and among the word...Talk Talk shadow show...Plato's cave...what's that, let us prey...just gossiping...totally innocent. We love without question.....D-WASP...DWASP...Snap, Crackle, POP...ice crispy...bug light residual...figured it all out and with such ease...His creation, precluding inner workings of such an assertion of course....Spinning...Spinning...Demeter Cornucopia...Dorothy...Home....Spinning....Spinning....Lolipop Guild...Tong Zi Dan...Green Eggs and Ham....Creation all around....Nature a purity snatch virgin needing yet another set of heroes...Spinning....Spinning...meanwhile the music makers not on board...I wonder why? A cohesive thesis in the bag...making all the sense...normal...family portraits on the wall...played up...NEVER...Shine On!
..into the light...calculating infinity and beyond...a grasp of non-grasp...mathematical sublime...purr den lovers...so happy...so kind...it's truly the way...twogether as one...embracing...mirror mirror...hang it on the wall...not being used whatsoever...Peace brothers and sisters...be one with nature....love nature....protect nature, like immaculate conception...be the vapor saint protecting her...you are the provider provided to provide...piece...in-motion...doing what is needed...it's all getting better now...like simulacra revolution...on the rise, mobius strip cuts and all...Peace sells....revolution sells...nature sells...Piece Sales...get your out of trouble and/or on the better way move opportunity today...your the music maker entirely...even if you are spinniing...a menagerie of linear progress...we support you...by all means save us all...sell it...reject the sell even as you sell...take control spinning music maker....take con-troll....
...let us all strive for peace....it's all very peaceful...that split...that counter peace implication...VIOL-ence...but yes to be so loving...to shine...to become a little purrrr den of white light...you setting violent measure...the counter-implication...and angelic accord...firestarters...never! The cartesian sieve saves...the elevations toward the mirror...your best wof in sheeps clothing friend...let us prey...
Binary Love....so fulfilling...not in the river...at all...
but it's a life, it's an option...not judging, just simply among the...rock spinning around fire...among a culture playing numbers...AmeriCAN...it's all so very...memorable...like projections on a cave wall....a culture living it up with mirror play...the dead scene living...great existence...I'm sure the smiles among the glint are more than inclined to rescue...Amazing. The way to ever-lasting life in this country...so kind, so loving, so everything underhanded...SMILE...Fucked and can't even figure it out, but you know...Yes, you absolutely no...SMILE BIG, be wheelz...Pick up the phone and hear the good word today...cartesian sieves and beyond...so found, not lost at all...you got the formula...you got the life...
Hanoi: Inside the River
More Bleu...Like Carry on my wayward son...Kansas? say it ain't so....echo chamber cha cha...where am I? Dungeon Master...
All Give Praise...
The mirror maps it all out...there is a grid...there are towers like Genesis Gemini...there is a pulpit...there is a faux hawk....there is bethesda...there is the castle clinton....there is Epstein...there is Oxford...there is a coat of arms...there is a camera....there is a stage...there are the people....here is the steeple...and among the synthetics...shiny, happy, people...a rock spinning around fire...and motioning among matter in-motion, alive...figurines figuring it all out...the have a language insofar, and yet they have a language, oh my!
Played metal for more than a decade...played for decades...if there were one last project, it would be like this...Skillz...it's this matter, it seems cool at first, and then when the plaster of a smiling face surrounds you, the world is understood...it's a nice-nothing fuckery looking the part and setting fire to those who have the skill...evil as hell and yet a morsel gets through among the ass-antics of a hearsay demonry hell dolled up as angels, wings and glue included upon steeple creeple membership...just join and place her into the cross hairs...she buys wine, narrate her as a drunk...she engages in relation to a meeting of the mind, from the halls of higher learning and beyond...put her in a room of yellow wallpaper, call it word games and superman play....why develop a rigor of process, when you can polish your pucker with cheesus and fast track your evil ass into an angelic role in the mirror, brought to you by rich bitch juice on parade, giving 2 fucks and yet among the glint of reflection, all fucks in the entire universe...to the universal and utopic and beyond....Let us prey...At least some personalities found each other and even a way to get out of this play...many of similar design, among the halls of this bullshit angelic hell.....
On a rock spinning around fire...an existence before a language, and yet the plastered smile upon a face has the answer among gossip for this one of a design that isn't mere gossip...evil as hell but all will praise the 2 faced horseshit as upright...welcome to this earthly hell...When you achieved being an angel on earth...I wonder what that acutally means...can we even attempt to connect the dots...of course not...with all that dough, it's simply nuts to consider otherwise...full-circle, holier than the pistol gripper meeting jack the ripper...live it up on the none shall pass...sandbox saint...living a good life without question and yet there indeed would be serious questions...but it takes an actual effort of give a damn to even get started...be bleh...among 2 faced saints smiling, living it up in the easiest way possible...smiling big and yet to even trace that play among totalitarian regime...to be this in the United States...a fuck of on the rise....when your fucked and you can't even follow the fuck of your fuckery...It's not judgement, it's simply being astounded...this fine hour among even the classist assholes living it up and beyond who fucked off in a similar way and yet the way it all looks...but when the cosmetics of nothing are on your side...upon the water glinting among visual glory....mirror understanding...despite the undercurrent...there will be no cost, one will be assured...it's that repeat...this is your time...nothing brewing...even it matters were, you are in control, entirely...it's always been that way as the chaos and hell ensue...I wonder what's happening here. A generation of the given time prefers to narrate all, and yet, there will never be such a measure of control, as those unwilling to pretend entering the stage take note...among our smiling angels, living it up in the mirror as real, and yet there is nothing real to such an embrace...sycophants in hand, they eventually pass on and one is simply among their pile of dirt astounded as well...it was a fiery dance...alive at once, now ashes and death plastered across an existence that couldn't be even if it is determined to look alive. I follow where this would be in relation to me if I had simply gone along to get along...it's that one path of ironic life, as a dead scene looking alive...It's a hell among a heavenly body that is entirely full of shit...some of whom, look around and remain curious as to why such smiling faces never give in to what they've been thinking, as they all goosestep straight toward that tower in the sky, that stairway, straight into a bug light...ZAP! All give praise to the Electric Messiah, burning down the house, ashes to ashes, sand to box! Enjoy swiss cheese...White light holy, say cheese...take a picture...I wonder what this all could be...and yet, so safe and sound...Good for you...
And not on the bullshit existence that is American Radio by the numbers...North Korea is the new gospel for the red white and Bleu...
If EVER a being to get me, despite appearances.
..Nathan knows...I know...and that will be that...It's a matter of swans...and that bitterness among a general bitterness that I will have to embrace even if we are supposed to be so...fucking...happy...I sense no need to disconnect form a genuine sense of this existence...I have has storn sense of protection, that wouldn't make much sense if we were simply bodies in the mirror...physicalities of...it's not where one will understand my approach...but there is that need for me to be at the surface and of framed deficite always...what a surprise...I consider a recurring dream...it's snowing...it's central park....and blood starts to rain...droplets...somewhat small...in dynamic motion as they hit the snow...Bethesda...Castle Clinton...blood...morphing into a dynamic motion. It isn't the motion of anything I've ever witnessed before. Droplets. Almost a mist...encountering the snow...moving as if it never intended to move before. Telling a story that wasn't intended to ever have been told. This life.
I think of Nathan Fuhr....Venus with this
...sure physically we are compatible...but when I hear reference of me being crazy as I roller blade in the freezing ass temperatures which is nutty as hell...but I'm paying very close attention to you...much like books at Central Park...an opera of Ulysses, an enjoyment for a good look with a soul patch...and you did connect in NOLA...and I was in the midst of a particular fight...we were upon bells in the very middle of the french quarter....you made that effort and I genuinely appreciated it...but again, I was in the midst of an intense fight, of which certain members residing in Canada would follow, something very bad happened from childhood and beyond...to carry on as if any member disclosed even the slightest of disclosures to me is entirely absurd, and yet, I would follow...she had no eyes...and yet all will float around me and pretend...there will be a price to pay loves...an ancient hell...I'm not in-doubt of any of these matters, and yet among the surface, in the mirror, there seems to be room for doubt...I wonder why that is? So anyhow, I just reconnect to matters...I think of Westchester...I wonder, but I'm not at a loss, nor do I feell disconnected...the mirror is just as it is...reflective...an Irony, even if we prefer a direction from it...Love isn't real, and yet, our paths crossed...I think of Jordan and even his difficulties in relation to his family. He wasn't included, at least at the time to certain coffers...and yet, he does have a particular gift...and his wife, a school teacher...and here we are on a rock spinning around a ball of fire...oftentimes, most think this is a sporadic circumstance, and yet, I will assure, it never was...Jordan still has doubts...this should end....meanwhile, she remains...and by all means string along the thrones...dance magic dance...it will do nothing in relation to who holds all the cards among our very existence...She certainly will remain at the very seat of everything among this existence, like it or not...He can be everything he needs to be...She'll, by design, reign supreme...Zeus in relation to her? As if he is the father, like the one who sleeps in a forest, a king, related to the Red Queen...does anyone get this? I hope Nathan kept his dress the day we met. I appreciated it. I know I was meat for the exclusive, the one oblivious of FAO Schwarz, even though my get blond measure wasn't (a toy, in-oblivion, of what you wanted me to know...and yet could you even follow...and I know you could...you would sing on the subway...It was something I'll always hold with me...but still, it was a time for the moment. We are bodies. We are lots in life, even if we are not. Hang in there, even as upon internet review, I remain influx, as naturally who I am...to not test the testers...should any of us be surprised...get your IQ today~ The sycophant will narrate who I am to you, even if the wouldn't even follow who we were together...It's never this longing and you know it. Let them have their day at our expense. To lose it all and yet remain in care...it has nothing to do with love in the mirror...love is a bitter pill. You love. I love. Let's not pretend. I never even wanted a body...sure, you were always a good body for me...but a swan, you were. I loved you on those terms, and you didn't beleive in yourself on those terms...It hurt to the very core...So we were out in the cold...I was on roller blades, but I don't think you ever got it. You were endeavoring, and I was in pain. That is our story. It will remain. I genuinely hope you have someone...I do. Jordan returns and you are no longer...I get it..Does anyone else? I genuinely would like to know what happened...and Jordan could explain...and it's a hell for me...I'm happy if he has what he needs but I have my doubts...I wish I could have remained, but when one considers what a so-called family unit was doing to me, even as a toddler, among the so-called Royal houses...the Aunt opening up for Elton John in the 70s and of course magically I'm at Edinburgh but no one wants to speak in relation to me and her...sure....set fire to everything as you have your plans...We have all been here before...It doesn't work out for those who plan btw...but you want to play this same game in the mirror again...here let me give you some dollar bills and an empire of dirt...feel entirely secure about your actions...hold a mountain that is simply a skyscrapter...I don't care...it's thes same yet again...and Nathan...He's gone. I get it. He does seem gone...I'm sad, and yet nothing for me ever to know. I'll take the bitter pill and move on. It's hard to share such matters it seems...He didn't deserve any of this...If only, the smiling faces in the mirror actually gave a damn...I miss him...I do...I don't think he ever realized...So be it...Like my best friends favorite shirt, the beatles, let it be..and so it will be.....Good bye sir Red Baron Nathan gone Grey...You deserved better...and among this existence we have one and only one swan to our life...I knew who you were...you knew who I was...but this world...the power among the network surrounding you....it wasn't going to happen...I'm genuinely sorry...remain in your own way...Just that...It doesn't have to be complicated...Remain, in your own way.
---it's a wine session...I go from honey badger to pepe le pew...I'm a love drunk...in moderation of course...
Chicken the China
The chinese chicken....
It's a western reponse to me...like 2 ships passing by...BIG RED Panda (secret weapon) communist CHINA....Red Pandas are the cutest animal to ever walk the earth...Pandas are cool too... Anyhow, upon the ever so prestidigi...wait, prestigious halls found north of the north, assville in London terms...Scotland, a few folks solicited if I even knew what the Beijing Olympic stadium was ALL about....sure, yeah, like it's really pretty....getting blond loves....the poor little one of matriarchical tendencies is here to get enTIREly blond, as the industry sits on a throne of Gold Tires...Though that nesting and that notion of an let go of my egg - oh....waffles got that grid...eggs...not so much...again though in relation to the US-Hay! FORE Horses...2 ships...ready to celebrate togetherness....passing by....but not passing buy....It still works. It's just getting folks back to the table to sort certain matters out....and when it's night and you see a crew with sunglasses.....Oh American radio...you used to have a pulse...now it's lively looking rigor mortis by the numbers....aka on the way to North Korea...with sychophants kissing the asses of a particular ancient network because they give such a fucking damn. Changes?
I remember the days of China being closed off and gun boad diplomacy...It's like run the jewels...Tong Zi Dan Green....Someone likes to play chicken....Someone likes to play egg...just trace the design...Americans follow a game of chicken, but do they follow a game of egg? Do we get any of this? oh right....SMILE!
It's a western reponse to me...like 2 ships passing by...BIG RED Panda (secret weapon) communist CHINA....Red Pandas are the cutest animal to ever walk the earth...Pandas are cool too... Anyhow, upon the ever so prestidigi...wait, prestigious halls found north of the north, assville in London terms...Scotland, a few folks solicited if I even knew what the Beijing Olympic stadium was ALL about....sure, yeah, like it's really pretty....getting blond loves....the poor little one of matriarchical tendencies is here to get enTIREly blond, as the industry sits on a throne of Gold Tires...Though that nesting and that notion of an let go of my egg - oh....waffles got that grid...eggs...not so much...again though in relation to the US-Hay! FORE Horses...2 ships...ready to celebrate togetherness....passing by....but not passing buy....It still works. It's just getting folks back to the table to sort certain matters out....and when it's night and you see a crew with sunglasses.....Oh American radio...you used to have a pulse...now it's lively looking rigor mortis by the numbers....aka on the way to North Korea...with sychophants kissing the asses of a particular ancient network because they give such a fucking damn. Changes?
I remember the days of China being closed off and gun boad diplomacy...It's like run the jewels...Tong Zi Dan Green....Someone likes to play chicken....Someone likes to play egg...just trace the design...Americans follow a game of chicken, but do they follow a game of egg? Do we get any of this? oh right....SMILE!
Who's a little ookie cookie
Mmmmmm....gum drop eyes...Tong Zi Dan Dance...So Juic-ier...the new Huge...who really wants rich bitch...when it can be just bitch...SHE IS....This weather-ing Heights. It wuthers......
When She Knows Too Much
the chaos among the cartesian sieve...dance magic dance...what's happening...there's no place like home, there's no place like home...Putin is totally the one making this go down...no one else off the television map pulling the string....what ever could this be?
Shhh...it's our little secret...Quick, quick...get one of ours on it...CIA, FBI, Police, MI5, MI6...we've seemed to have misplaced one of our bags, find another...quick...get on the case...it's likely in poppies or possibly poppins magic bag...It's all about the bag...we read it in the paper...
Bibs and Bobs...IO
Heigh Ho...and OFF we go...on the grid typically. Granted, in-debted or rich bitch juice...it's one and the same really, indentured play. Think, Higitus Figitus. PRESTIDIGITONI...It's all about the BAG. Tea Innovation. LOCOmotion. I've always wondered why gents of a particular design aren't allowed to courtsey, to officiate the crown reception naturally. These fine recollections of a tail pipe poet...3 score 9, electric 6 larry tee 9, Night and Day, Fishies to Bed & Banana Brain Paint Job...Moonlighting extravaganza... Why be the most when you can be Xtra...HUGER...Huge is simply audacious...rework the map...
Demeter's Cornucopia saves, like baby (dance magic dance) cheesus, and yet here we are gain, back at the lolipop guild...WTF....Just more bibs and bobs to play with.
So I don't think there would be much need to follow why I enjoy cultural studies coupled with approaches that emphasize the tacit arrangement of the language, rather than that typical say what you will say, say it, say what you said, thesis and all measure that emphasizes the explicit category of the language.
Demeter's Cornucopia saves, like baby (dance magic dance) cheesus, and yet here we are gain, back at the lolipop guild...WTF....Just more bibs and bobs to play with.
So I don't think there would be much need to follow why I enjoy cultural studies coupled with approaches that emphasize the tacit arrangement of the language, rather than that typical say what you will say, say it, say what you said, thesis and all measure that emphasizes the explicit category of the language.
NEVER NEVER L-O-ND
A performative beware for viewers that lurk.....I think of a Ship. I think of Oh Captain, My Cap-stain...The imagery serving, like a heart-shaped box. Pressure cooker, both peaceful and living at-ease...in the mirror. I think of those waters and that Tik-Tok Crocodile. I think of that flowing with a cartesian sieve, 4-Score instrumentation. I think of all the other 4-Score instrumentations surveilling and discussing...realizing matters...even absurd illogical notions like perspective, in the bag...Rolling Roman Raps. Roman Candles? Christian Candles? Shooting up something special straight to the sky...Ruby Slippers, like a castle door, like a Tik-Tok Crock-A-Dial, cogging their way up toward the sky, little box by little box...step by step, day by day roller coaster, up and down, night and day... Mirror Maze flow, labyrinth & da men-o-tar, Corn & the Love song, Wheat heads and the Ancient Mysteries. Maybe there could be a disussion...we could all come to a room with our fore-score instrumentation and layout a grid for us to understand, to know, to be realized...Forever....Forever...ever? I think of a sandbox....I think of MGMT-Congratulations...I think of the black hole superette....I think of David Bowie's Dance Magic Dance....Grace Jones Dance to the Rhythm....Chromeo Juice....Jay-Z the Story of OJ...
I think of a room of those fore-score instrumentations dancing to a beat, like the crock-a-dial tale...the realness...I see the disco ball in the air...the lights...souper DUPEr trouper...the origins of the sieve dancing on the floor....it's a killing, it's a plato's cave extravaganza...All the FORE scores are twirling and dancing, and making newer formations...Formations like that in nature, like cervices in the pavement, with flowers coming out of them that we call weeds...bad association among cartesian sieves like folks who smoke weed...synthesizing new forms....mind traveling...breaking down, building up, breaking down, building up...I see micro-Fore Scores....The are make some kind of fractal design in the air, smaller and smaller they go...brimming with creative formations...on and on...and then something happens...the mic-row FORE scores grow so small and they begin penetrating the disco ball...through the crevices....like seeds ready to sprout something entirely diffferent. Just piling in...Loading in and up...Shit...that ball just exploded....I see bits and pieces everywhere....mirror faces shattered....infinite bad luck?...It all sounds like Aphex... Twinning...Two the end....only fucked up in a mind fuck...I think of the deemed degenerate artists killed pre-WWII...I think of the creativity that defies the sieve...that play of power...I think of the devils dolled up like angels who hold their power with the mirror...the mirror is D.O.G...I think of a wolf in sheep's clothing needing to doll up a sheep in wolf's clothing. I think of degenerate art. I think of that policy shift, of killing artists in a chamber in the name of humane treatment, so the angels can of course keep the population happy and healthy, peaceful and loving...and yet, to kill the ones that dismantle the mirror play, and your mirror is G.O.D. and you are so nice as ice in the mirror...to be a star, so close and yet so far...I think of your followers aiming to good...I think of that box...that fire...those flames...I think of blood money...I think of margins...I think of hustles, money laundering...offerings and opportunities...I think of dichotomy sandwhiches on the Television screen...Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok...to the ship, safe and sound...here is your Fore Score instrumentation (Tuppence, 2 cents, da bag), decoded flows code the machine (invest in windowpanes, invest social organs, desire (ZiZek), revolutionary desire), nuclear war, rinse and repeat.
A day in the life...where to go, when it's all caught up...imagining a never never land...imagining songs on the radio about walruses and diamonds in the sky...I'm thinking of a portrait that claps back, a different approach to the sell-fee-tease, something about emphasizing creative play over supremacist allures, including normativity measures...hoodies or fleeces in the boardroom? Our little angels, the fleeced followers, adorned with dirt empire, in love, helping, striving for p-ie-ce...p-ea-ce...something in the middle, a.e.i...o-u likely to come about later...when the flies out the cabin...mickey peaces for pieces...3 score 9, 4 score 7....a stockpile of mirrors and cameras, flashing lights, educations, page 6, and pocket full of bubblegum D.O.G. POP, RUBY SLIPS, on-board, Captain Fish Hook...What's a girl to do...Gone daddy gone...
She didn't stay on the yellow brick road...she said she was headed to something like Never Never land? Could that be London? Maybe New York? Who has the lanyard? Could you talk to the fine hour DinOsaurGun ops team?...if permitted of course...maybe if we had a looking glass we could find Never Never land. Do we have landmarks to demarcate, that might help? Some system of codification, like assets affixed to a record book, like capital, might help. Never Never sounds smashing...we simply must have IT. Angels in the mirror, dirt empire starlets, UNITE...with our powers Captain Span IT will seize with an acquire...we just haven't setup the acquisition yet...Shit. What about the internet? A net...yes get a net...span the waters...keep the water the same, like standard language...pull everything out and hold a mirror to it...if she's too mysterious...a room with yellow wallpaper will do....Tong Zi Dan...Green Eggs and Ham...the source, the seat, of what we do to remain veiled at all costs...
What do you mean she's on a safari with a twerking honey badger...stop this nonsense at once! She can only Dream among our Cream...If it wasn't ours to begin with, then absolutely not...no re-WARD. Something about providing and power? sub-SERVE, SOFT-serve, Angels and that mirror...Two pence for a bag...that smell of warm soft sand-switch bread. And remember kiddies it's entirely a free and open society, as we observe...Firbank anyone? 5 novels, something prancing, 5 pointed stars, 5 blood oranges, Unicorn Tapestries...something about a lady...
What do you mean our safari friend and her trusty twerking honey badger just flew out of our Milky way...is it a rocket...we just sent one to Mars...a magic kangaroo that can hop from galaxy to galaxy? She's to be mad...I'm dialing up our mental health A-gent, right now. A real lad. A sir....No, what do you mean? Of course he doesn't twerk! Get her on-the-line this instant. I don't care how you get this...dial her up...with a tree...on her knees....it's going to be green eggs and ham regardless...we provide...not her...We acquired Goddamn it. We Acquired...our basis, a post-justification...We, the more than to her less than. What do you mean she's at the red panda constellation with poo poo bear Honey...What is a poo poo bear. Did Disney approve? We have her Money! She has our influence! We are going to fuck her one way or another. We must elevate upon this sad, bitch faced, always in-need, type...She's riding in an Elevader...Fuck! Call in Captain planet. I hear he has a friend, Captain Consecration...we can give her bohemian galactic delights a purpose. Our purpose naturally but still a purrrrrrrr....feel the fuzzy warm nothing in your snatch...POSE...STRIKE...There's nothing to it...We're the ROGUE, she's to be the VOGUE. In our fashions, our little Venus in furs, white light love...Never Never, she just thinks she clever...fuck her with everything you can provide.
I mean, look...we've given her the internet...it flows so well...so she can post things...here's one now...
Seems like she follows our post-justification play, our agency, among the explicit knowledge as we communicate...something tacit among lurking, like one finding their distinct center of gravity to know how to ride a bike...power point presentation teach any one how to actually ride a bike? We need her to explicitly understand...what do you mean she said post-justification of this power switch in the united states is unauthorative and aligns with dictatorships. There is to be no greater good other than embodied performance deemed good or bad by a cosmetic authority and we are that authority, post-justification, we provide to all...Our reasons insofar, out of a womb of which we did not create...kill the bitch with kindness...give her everything she needs...our authority lacks pre-justification, the design we intend on, to transform the United States into Democracy as a veneer, will not hold a stabilizing basis, a grounding into that pre-justification....She's asking why one should embody for the other in the first place? Kill her! And keep smiling earth angels, the mirror loves you.
R.I.P United States...the new and improved Christians are taking over...to love without following the construct...they are going to be the new and improved safehouse, like crosses to Hypatia or Christian Social Party to Nazism....Genesis Gemini Jimini Cricket....lOOk.....This mirror is to be yours....seeing is believing, no air to breathe...not process of behavior to be traced....wolves as shee and shee as wolves...shhhhh....it's all improving...things are looking bright...no hell in sight....all bery bright...happy...kind...no more separation of church and state...the religious-military order, even in relation to your employment, is the new way...just dial up a gent and off with her head...no more creativity, no more innovation, no more radio for her, no more church and state separation, just chruch and the mili goostepping for her hit...Of North Korean Games, of Concentration Camps...This is our new L-O-ND. This is our L-O-ND, like it or not! We are the new providers, not you, not the United States. We are your >H masters now. Here's your bottle now drink the fuck up...Here, have some Star-Bucks...maybe 7brew.
I really do like coffee!
Elevader Music
...ch-Rome w-Rappers....-Tings
VIOL diddy....Two the end...this l-uh-ve....a performative, BEWARE viewers that LURK...this colonial language...dance magic dance....dance magic dance....Presto-Chango....Prestidigital....Rave@Grave.... Night Life Vision...Hunger Texas...Flushing Meadows...Worldwide....Trace...Tazers...Deviating...
Cartesian Siev magic, Cartesian Sieve magic, Fore square....Aware...Fore Score...Oh Captain, My cap-stain.....summer sweats....let us think two-gether....Love is in the Air and -tings are on the Rise (those ruby slippers!)...LOOK...MICKEY FINGER POINTING...REDRUM....high in the sky...surfing...GNOME ...THE KING....Peek-a-BOO.....GridMaster deLIGHT
tHIS READ...OH GIRL....Paper or Plastic....Miss Opulence (PURRIS)....Flipping the Script...BDE...Like Pickle Surprise....UCKERS....Bruiser...Dropping the Cartesian Sieve....Dancing the night away...somewhere off-grid (versus)...symbolic impressions & alterverses....not atlarverses...
RockyFellah parts: Deus Ex Machina Oi-Stir
To be a STAHHHH
Fire in the Water, Koi Delight...HUGE...ON-LINE...PSY-CHIC ATTACK....Caught Up....La Breeze...FREEZE...In Flames...thrILL-Times
Panning for.... Medical Garb...she's of that nature...take her to the play...house [body assembly]...let her swim by ancient statues...a KarDASH of St. Vapor White Light Heat...allow a crescendo... make it HUGE like Paris...then FLASH...A delirium...a process gutted...GUTST(u)night, this just in, live from the television screen, always delivering the latest and the greatest...growing up among...Sleepy Hollow Optics...SHO
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