THE NAZIS ARE COMING THE NAZIS ARE COMING
FUCK OFF! TELL THEM TO EAT SHIT AND DIE PUCH EM IN THE FUCKIN FACE KICK EM IN THEIR PUTRID LITTLE NAZI BALLS STOMP EM UNTIL THEY SHIT THEIR INTESTINES RAPE THEM TORTURE EM IN ALL MANNER OF WAYS HANG THEM ON TREES MAKE THEM COOK YOU DINNER PUT THEM IN MAKE UP AND SKIRTS GIVE THEM A COMPLEX GIVE THEM A ROSE KISS THEM ON THE CHEEK TELL THEM YOU LOVE THEM LET THEM FUCK YOU HAVE THEIR CHILDREN COOK THEM DINNER

LOVE, GOD






clay pot My star sprays just one drop
catch it.
now i have it i have it! this-- thus i must prepare to defend and destroy and intend for children of my kin to connect and weave powdery whig relentless assaults on assasination. please feed the ones who feel--I'm laughing now.
you know what? i had the fuckin number on my fuckin phone the whole fuckin time where was i? goddamn oh shit i think i slipped and set straight a back broken from angry religious write me a blog about it (skipped!). i hate to think that i might have lost hope until i ...smoke dope?
no not again and i'm back here intentions are shit man i'm wasting the best years of my blah blah. i heard you might just wake me up but you are too stoned to speak and i'm falling asleep. now on high i can see and feel they have they answers i seek just in case i can prove them to myself.
the million hands haunt me in dreams of saudi audi driver billfold beautiful silicon injection scars. i hate i hate i love i love to hate but i hate to love hate because love is hate's little sister. and you know what they always said about ties.
breakin out into ghetto lamination and i'm sitting here with mah slackjawed proclamation. y'all know who the best damn bigger (DELETED--irony is no excuse) buster be, me! afraid of the skin they're in.
let's not forget to point out our digressions-- it's clever now, you know.
someday i ll be a fucking tee shirt and i ll cry. i ll just cry and think about all of those children in rowanda and thailand and nigeria and fuck man all of africa and india and china, fucking china man! and i will be one of those trendy little fucking anoreximerica sized fucking black pick'a'bale'a'cotton tee sheerrrtzzz that some fucking hipster douchebag wears to the trendiest arcade/laudromat to wash his undies clean of the detrius of society.

WHY ME?


CallMeCarmichael: oh god where u at god? come on god where u at? this is no joke we've been down here long enough to completely fuck everything up and u are totally AFK! i sent u like a fuckin bazillion IM's. DOODE GET BACK ONLINE ALREADY. WE NEED NEW FREAKS.

auto response from GOD911JIHAD: ....out doin' stuff.

past life regression? gahhhhh oh the pain in de brain the pain pain pain oh i love it when it's plain but absurdity's a

;oa/n;.et;l
oh christ, i think i just sneezed on my gallium. should you seek medical help? what kind of help should you seek? which trained professional should you submit your cold naked existentially challenged self to? how many pills will it take before you are so numb that you forget what you are talking about before you finish this sentence?

how long until the microwaves kick in?
how long until fried chicken tastes like boomfood?
how long until a car sounds like a plausible solution?

oh my god i can't be a writer because the only way i could ever make MONEY doing it would be to SELL it to FUCKING hipsters. scenies, apatheic youth--psychology majors at bouffont university. shit heels.

i almost bought in i almost did i didn't yet but i almost did you see i still buy organic and i feel for the kids who grind my bread. i still have my morals though, i still drink tea and talk to white people about zen.

to accept chaos and absurdity as a means to destroy our collective sandcastles of Reason--yes--but nihilism? why? i mean what the fucking fuck shit fuck ass fuck god fuck fuck fuck? now we're all god but a really pissy god, you know, one of those little whiny gods that wants every fucking thing his own little way and won't play in the sea with the rest of 'em.
whatcha' doin' god?
leave me alone! i have to THINK!

oooh ooh you haaave to think don't you? oh you simply MUST think? oh oh now don't let me stop you from THINKING... i'd hate to just wreck your pristine little sproose goose of a train of thought ya got right there now wouldn't i? ya know just for a second there so ya can go wash them dishes that your little pondering self hath piled up at the sink there. oh no, dont ya worry about me, i'll just keep slaving away over here now.

ah ma, really... i was writing...

oh writing! well dontcha know! i bet you'll be another little stephen king just writing and writing all day about the middle class condition, dontcha know. ohh my dear sonny boy'll be a millionare yet writing all of that banal bullshit that unkie sam shoves down our throats every day. oh i bet he'll even buy a young woman to do all of his dishes for em, becuase ya know, he needs his time ta THINK!

ah ma, you don't understand.

oh I don't understand a blessed thing, doncha know. no sir--not i said the fly. i'm just your humble serf here, just a-scrubbin and a-soakin my skin right offa the bone. well here's a little tip--why don't you get offa yer gaddam lazy good fer nothin hump and scrub yer gaddam filth offa yer polluted dishes before i rent out yer gaddam room?!


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lou reed knew--every party is a sham. life is a brilliant speck of dust and you are busy spreding your mask across the cold vomit blanket of alcohol. uppers are the brush that strokes god's thousand eyes but barely touches on the semblance of control. chaos rules and there is no tee shirt that could possibly represent that sentiment. i bet you a million dead that your system is old and in its' haggard selfishness it has forgotten the very reason from which it was founded. there are no cancers here. i cannot express the beauty that pours through the whte window pane, something like a thousand stinging needles breaks behind one's eyes and it just melts into itself. he, she, it, what, who?


the only way to tap into the lessons of life is through your own subconscious. i try, but it's diffifcult--this concious mind, you see, it's a bitch to slide. the fucker keeps chiding my every motion i don't deserve the lines and silent speckled moments that it always gives me. is god an it? questions work-especially the big ones, they open up the little greedy doorway where the subconscious bursts forth. ah yes god is an it,is a what,is a who--not.
GOD IS NOT A HUMAN BEING
that much is simple but what about our little ant's revolution, you know, we don't believe in the cosmic all? well that's a tough one i'll have to ponder that one a bit. let's see... so imagine yourself in a world without god-sounds pretty good to those hedonists out there, i bet they're just licking their chops to split some skulls and bust some balls for this one.--but wait--why do we hope?
why?
are we all mad? perhaps... but who cares? if we are then not i said the fly.
i'll let you in on what keeps me from shitting on my own face--slef-fulfilling prophecy.
i believe that whatever i blelieve in will become my beliefs.
it's that simple... enough energy and we made these gods and they're all up there laughing.
because in the biggest sense, this rock we live on doesn't mean shit. but when it comes down to us-- to our lives, loves, revolutions, well....
that's our job!
get it?
i think of great ideas like magnetic poles that pull the souls of All People forward through whatever shit they might be in at the moment. things have not changed much, people. read your history. i mean really fucking read it, don't just sit there and think back to those long hours in your highschool American Bullshit class. they have the weapons but if nobody uses them then what? oh are you afraid of those madmen who are living far out in some texas wasteland underground secretly plotting to blow the earth's surface to shitma hairy fishnuts! ka-bozzwell!
who cares??

just LIVE for crissakes.

it's that easy. (and GODDAMNMOTHERFUCKINGHARD) so what about mysery? pain? the death of innocents? a boot crushing the lungs of an angel with tears in her eyes. that's painful shit, man. terrible horrible detestible bullshit asswipe get-the-fuck-off-of-my rock-or-i'll-shoot-you anger. seething rage and love. the same energy--don't believe me?talk to your significant other for an hour. or hell, talk to your mother. hug a goddamn tree and tell the stereotypists to stick it. take to the water like a baptism--hallelujah!
carve your name on a cloud with your finger, because it's only important the longer you linger. laugh at yourself for the love of All! please!
but never forget in every moment in every second in every speck of time that's there you have to be the one that you know you can be.
and if you always operate on this level you will have your revoltuion--because everyone will want to know what's up with you! they're all so fucking bored and tired of reading dead letters carved on tombs..those dusty madmen have no idea what this time is like! wake up! it's time for the new mumbling acid prophets to point their filthy fingers at the eye of god and say " LOOK GODDAMN IT LOOK! IT'S NOT PRETTY IT JUST IS OK? IT JUST IS!"

and that's all the pretty i will ever need. your life can be better than those books you are reading your life can be better than the life of jesus--there are more drugs! your mind can plunge the depths and soar the heights man and all you have to do is not vomit. just jump ship and tell the old farts to keep the steam coming. right now we crawl and slither through their Great unt Powerful System but that's just fine by me. because once we have leeched our little dirty fingers deep into the cracks of their God of war, well, we'll just BLOW THE FUCKER'S HEAD OFF WITH LOVE.
see? and we can satisfy that urge to kill and love at the same time. revolution is beautiful that way.

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i want a cybernetic trip
at-home perception flip
turn off the tube and jack me in

\black centipedes underneith my skin
blowhole logic let me in
i been a chronic slayer champion
can't be done--brother i've had me some
i count on madonna for the holy cum

blessed and undressed like the rest of um
get this off my chest make it best and um

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third circuit ramblings and bullshit galore i wish i could just stop this. he keeps on telling me that i am not gooed enough and that everything that she does is annoyting. she pasted a sticker on me that says whimsical, is that a wish? sometimes i wish i could just kill this damn ego but he keeps coming back like some stubborn room mate that you're too atached to to ljust kick the fuck out. why am i still attached? why is he running and ruining my life? why why why? all of these questions and not an anser to be found. i keep telling myself answers but they dont' seem to help that much. i don't want to be the type of guy that has to pretend to be hacing a good time at the party. i just want to be there qwith her in the mindset that i would love to be ing all of the itme. why do i need psychoactive drugs to quiet my ego? i though i could kill him last night and i think i came close, i just need to keep working at it. but it's not as easy as one might thing, that one being my one trust love i just eant her to under;stand that i love her so much that i am willing to give up my sense of self just for her. i don't need to do it, no i could go on living a boringb loive totaly ego driven and atrotally devoid of any higher meaning and eeek by with some stupid preconception that there is not god because i cannot see him and i will never tryly understand anything so why bother? but that's noit truse. i know i will. i know i have the mental ability to understand fully the ideas that she his presenting to me, the k9nd of revolutionary amazing life altering stuff that you only find coming our of the mouths of self assured assholes that are just faking it or peopkle that are really worth a damn, such is the case for my lovey. she is very much with a damn, so much so that she has made bme question my valiidity as a human being. i lov eher so mcuh i just want to be there, i just want to see things the ways she sees them all of the time and not have to try very very hard to tdo so. why doesn't it come as easy to nme as it does her? that's a stupid third circuit question. i konw exactly why it doesn't.,, because i have an ego that keeps me from seeing things through the kind of glasses that i know i can. i know i will be hers and she will be mine and we will journey together across the planes of ezistance and we will be ok. i just need to kill you ego, you are killing me. leave me alone! i just want to be on the same plane as her, why are you ruining the only chance i have ever had to make something of myself other than some kind of stupid stoner half-wit asshoel that has nothiner better dto do than just sit around and ponder how alone and afraid he is aof all humkan contact? you are with hter now, she is yours, she is your wife and she is bearing your chinld. it's time to grow up and realize that you are on the journey that you have chosen and you love it. stop thinking that there is some other future waiting in the wings for you and even thingking for one second that it would be any better than the one you have chosen, that was really chosen for you. you are heer beceause of her, you will remain here and sdo great things here becuase of her. show her the respect she deserves.

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"sex-drive" is a myth.
"oversexed" is a myth.
any label you can put on predatory sexuality is a fucking myth. it's that simple. predatory sexuality is the result of a Society that has created a God Complex in its' people.
allow me to explain. it's time to go way back in time to when this "New World" was discovered by the Europeans. forget about the Africans, the Norse, and those Native Peoples (most history texts do, anyway)--we are talking about "pure" European Stock here.
what "God given luck" they surely had to be on the crest of the great wave of Capitalism (pestilence), and what a terrible misfortune for anyone caught underneath it.
or, to put it simply... what would YOU say if someone offered to sail you across an ocean into an entirely different continent that has just been "discovered" full of friendly slaves to do your every bidding (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) and nice small villages where other people just as mad with greed as you are can get drunk all day and make tons of money exporting the fruits of "free labor"?
oh and if you get bored and need some intellectual stimulation, why not join in on our fledgeling Democracy? you too can help create The American Lie! convince millions of people to live in a country where only the upper class is "free" and the slaves don't even know they have rights!
boom. it's that simple. years of that and you actually wonder why people in america carry guns??
god complex.
or:
I WANT MY LIFE THE WAY MY FAMILY HAS ALWAYS LIVED, TO HELL WITH ALL OF THE NIGGERS.
cognitive dissonance.
I WANT MY LIFE THE WAY MY FAMILY HAS ALWAYS LIVED. GIVE THE NIGGERS THEIR GHETTOES. OH AND THOSE REDSKINS, JUST SHOVE THEM OFF OF THE CONTINENT . THIS IS OUR LAND, AFTER ALL, EH?
oh yes, it is YOUR land, friend.
your land of oppression.
your land of hatred.
your land of greed.
your land of violence.
your land of illusion.

BEEEECUUUUZZZZ
THIS IS MY LAND
OH THIS IS MY LAND
FROM CALIFORNIA
TO NEW YORK I-LAND
AND IF YOU WANT IT
YOU'D BETTER TAAAAAKKKEEE IT
THIS LAND BELONGS TO ME, MOTHERFUCKER!

do you see now? do you see how this relates to predatory sexuality? predatory sexuality is just another offshoot of Manifest Destiny. just another drunken night forcing your penis into the anus of a ten-year-old injun girl. just another dirty secret behind a barn with a nigger and a whip in hand. just another step FURTHER. just one more little reason to call yourself BIG MAN.

I'VE GOT A GUN AND I'VE GOT A DICK. IF YOU DON'T MIND THE ONE, THE OTHER'LL DO THE TRICK.

your "Democracy" is nothing more than a lie you tell yourself so you can sleep at night while a human being who happens to have brown skin sways silently from the tree in your front yard. your "ideology," if it is not based on your own choices, is a fucking lie you cling to while your daughter cries herself to sleep. did you enjoy it, BIG MAN?

do you think your God will forgive you, BIG MAN?
why not buy her a nice new dress tomorrow with your fat paycheck, BIG MAN?
hell, why not make a night of it and go see if your son's having a wet dream, BIG MAN?
oh... but wait, all gay men go to hell, don't they, BIG MAN?
you wouldn't be caught dead with your dick inside of another man's ass, would you, BIG MAN?
you'll never tell them about your "best friend" in grammar school, will you, BIG MAN?
you'll never tell them how you still hate the niggers, will you, BIG MAN?
it's time for another drink, isn't it, BIG MAN?
you need to rest from a long, hard day's work, don't you, BIG MAN?
why don't you go pop one of those pills a doctor "friend" gave you, BIG MAN?
you think drugs should be illegal so the poor won't rise up, don't you BIG MAN?
you sleep with a gun under your pillow, don't you, BIG MAN?

BIG M I N is more like it.

what a fucking joke.

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the universe is full of holes
you can fall into one or you can explore them
you can hear the perfect note
you can touch the smoothest surface
you can destroy all of them
i am full of holes.

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before you decide and detract
before you react, before you dissect
before you christen--

listen.

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the world
is full of people
and they all
want to be alive and happy
they all want to wake up in the morning and see the sun
they all want to splash some cold water on their faces and greet the new day
you don't see them because the mirror only goes one way
break the fucking mirror
burn the fucking cottage
just do it!
if you do it, everyone else will.
-they're just waiting for someone else to start it.

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when no one sees your face
you seem to make the world dissapear
can you be so egotistical?
when i can talk to myself in the second person
afraid of the consequences of my actions
what good do my thoughts bring?
will i be ashamed forever?

abandoned streetlight
i lean
ice--it
cracks
it--
breaks.
something says get up
but still i
question


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a complete grasp on all aspects of food politics is the first building block towards radical consciousness. many understand the old parable "you are what you eat" but few truly understand the life-altering ramifications thereof. i will even go so far as to attest that an understanding of food politics lays the very foundation for the unshakable tree of personal morality.

the moral question "do i allow myself to play party to the exploitation of others?" is expounded upon when one attempts to concieve of the sheer number of conscious beings that are treated as so much cannon fodder. whether one celebrates this fact as proof of our species' ultimate global hegemony, detests the idea and decides to no longer ingest the flesh of other conscious beings, or takes up arms against a government/industrial complex whose only motivations are the accumulation of wealth and total control of the planet--genocides be damned--one is forming a personal morality that will subtly influence their every decision and action.

the true question remains--which argument is right for the success of our species and the planet we share with all others? even if one attempts to see the world only in the sphere of human logic, one cannot deny that preservation of this planet and the multitudinous forms of consciousness that reside thereupon is the only logical way to continue the "trickle down" way of life that our collective logic and gunpowder hath engendered. unfortunately, a paradox arises--absolute power corrupts absolutely--the reason no man has yet built an empire without needlessly spilling blood. perhaps our species was never intended to build empires? but i digress.

all conceptions of morality have a funny way of becoming so ensconced into the miasma of self that one's perception of others is influenced drastically. therefore, spilling the blood of the state for the blood of the exploited is considered noble if one prescribes to the current judeao-christian trend (a revelation that many who consider themselves "revolutionaries" might find shocking). i personally do not believe that revenge is even possible, given that life never ends--it merely changes form.

so, where are we? still hopelessly stuck in the terrible grey goo of abstraction. solving the inherent problem of food politics will need to conincide with solving the deep-rooted problems of homocentrism, racism/nationalism and capitalism. these problems, unfortunately, are quite tricky--especially because of the cultural gaps between nations. there is no archetypal form of the aforementioned social structures that exists throuought the world. each nation will have to convince itself that these ideas are wrong--if its' leaders or it's revolutionaries choose to do so, of course.

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HEllo Revolution--
one bomb, one button. push it.
a dull roar bubbles from the bowels of Earth--
Our mother--
and all the fires of Hell come with it.
In one instant--
the seas dance atop a skillet--
and all the sand we shaped to build our castles melts.


i stab my finger deep betwixt the thought of finite emptiness.

somewhere i seem to sense something i cannot understand this and it keeps me flowing going a constant universant a personal persuasioual i don't uknderulnwo this is thekowoudkw hd wydlqn xnq[hna shwo0ief wlkdh wo ehsia; wkdh oieys a;lkehe a;osie dh;
and then there was this and it isn't something that can be defined in words exactly but i will continue to try my hardest to appreciate the fever-pitch by which i have become accustomed to bloom undernieth the virus fault and thus it seems i sit upon the emperor's chair and steady fingers comb my hair. how can i describe this? who will help me appreciate the singular nature of this experience? echo understands how hard it is to define the indefineable--that's why she lets paint caress a canvass. she's interested in the intimate, i, on the other hand, might just be a stalemate. i don't understand. what's the deal with my automobile? why am i so uncomfy in my own shoes when they fit so well?
come on child, it's not hard to understand, the rythum flows from god's own hand. don't speak and spell with all contempt--relax, enjoy the subtle hint. sit back and see the silence flow just like the river does, you know. oh child, you've got yourself all tangled, the lingual-angle and star spangle? don't worry 'bout that nonsense shit--boy listen up, here comes a hit!
music is the key to autonomy
free your mind and your behind will back up--see!

so i split my head open yesterday. it wasn't too bad, really. george was playing the flute just like he always does, that damn star spangled banner--enough to keep your head pounding for hours. see, i've been having these problems with migrane headaches. they just wont' stop--the fuckers just kill me. i haven't slept in days! so i gets this idea. i read somewheres that your brain don't have any feelin in it, so i thought i could just drill--
then it hit me. but it was too late. unfortunately for me, now i'm stuck in some gaddam mental institution. they're callin' me loony? me? Georgy boy from around the block! what the fack is their prablem is what i wanna know. i'm just mindin my own gaddam business.

now, niggers ya gotta watch out fer. the injun's won't give ya no trouble if ya give em a little tabackkeee. but them damn niggers'll just rob ya blind! i know, i saw one of dem niggers beat the holy fuck outta some poor

one time, i swear, i saw this guy and he was like, totally just singing some wierd song right? he was like in the street! and like he was naked! yeah i know, it's totally hillarious. i like totally died right there. so like, these guys come up and they're all like dressed in white coats or whatever--and this guy like totally FREAKS OUT when he sees them! like totally! and he like starts running really fast to get away--but then like he gets hit by a bus! oh my GAWD! it was like... like.. like.. funny but like sad.. but like really funny...ya know?

look, alright--i'll tell ya a fuckin' story alright! so shaddap! here goes: so this guy was walkin down the street right? like some kinda' fuckin' big shot comin' up the block like he fuckin' owns the place, right? so yeah--i was trailin' the mothafucka'--'cause he thinks he's some big shot who can come a-walkin' down MY street--so yeah. and like this mothafucka has the fuckin' uh..in..uh...dis-coitesy to fuckin' just like start doin' some kinda faggy fuckin' disco dance shit right? so i walk up to the motherfucka and i'm like "YO! what da FUCK?!" and he's all like "hello" --
yeah, the fucka' just said 'hello' like some kinda fuckin' fag-boy. so i get FUCKIN" PISSED and i'm all like "YO!!! don't fuck wit me you fuckin' faggit!" and before he can get a word in edgewise i fuckin' pop im one right in the fuckin' mout. BAM! DON"T FUCK WIT DA GEEZER!

so loike i reaally loike this goy and he's soo loike sweet and some junk and loike i think that loike my head it is loike floating aw a y ..y ..

you think you got talent? ha. i got all of your talent right here. right up my fuckin' ass. yeah, you hoid me. it's YOU prissy-ass mothafucka's that i canna stand no more! i fuckin' hate you fucks! yous guys are the fuckin' end all be all moth-a-fuk-n-shit man! FUCK YOU!

have you ever dreamed of a day when you would take another pill and it wiould just melt away like some kind of routine death trip and things would just get better and better as you got worse and worse> have you ever dreamed of a days when it wouldn't stop raining and things would just die dear depressoid mothers why are you alive>?
i can channel so many words but do they say anything that i want them to ? the question marks hang loose and limp and i am stuck trying to hold them up. perhaps i should just keep driving on, marking down whatever may fly around in my mind and through my fingertips. i think that life is not so bad when you realize that you dont' ahve to feel so goddamn bad about it. that's about the only epiphany i can claim tonight. but i will say definately that i have had some pretty interesting experiences with perception lately and trying to find ways around it. oh yes, yesterday i could have drempt up something special but you see i simply let it leave me. that's life, you see, it's just a balancing act bewtween act one and click two more minutes till showtime, so get ready! it's not so bad, you've just got to see the ends before you have the means. because if you spend all of your time trying to gain the means, the ends will come and bite you where the sun don't ever want to shine. am i making sense? i'm making words appear before my eyes with deft movements of my hands, but am i making sense? what is sense, really? what do you want me to make of it, this "you" that is really me asking myself to make something of myself? what do i want?
ah, that's easy...a life of unabashed creativity. yes. that's what i need. hours spent driving my mind to the brink only to end up with a few words on a page and a migraine. will my kidneys forgive me? whine whine whine. who cares about my kidneys in a multiverse full of consciousness? hell, i don't even think i do.

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in my fellow in the evening, i went to it in order to describe about the statue. I will lower the process of trip and search for fellow, but with me it was brought to fly, to jump from high altitudes, to prolazit' into shcheli(!!), and not drop of fear in the sleep not there it was, only confidence, that 4 this I can, and that this is absolutely normal. Statue in my opinion we so did not find. But holiday succeeded and our house they did not wash off). Ended everything by the fact that pair on the shore of razgovrivala with the merry sorcerer, who naprotyazhenii of entire sleep of even number played pranks, and in the beginning it made a girl of complete. However, girl said to sorcerer well so that you, correct your leprosy. And instead of the excess centimeters on the waist, in it appeared child. They with the husband undertook hands, they smiled to sorcerer and left into the distance. Sensations after sleep are very pleasant and are tender, although the places in the sleep were sufficiently gloomy. And entire sleep played melody from the film of the chronicle Of narnii- cradle, which the faun Of tamnus played Lyusi. If it is honest, then to rastraktovat' sleep 4 I not can. I will be glad, if you help)

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some day i will speak with all of my everything--it could be a moment yet, time seems to crawl around the back of my head. someone kill me, i am too weak. i wish i loved another, but i might as well love myself. someone is on fire, i love your violent sexploitation. when does the hurting start? orgasm is the definition of tulip. elementary sience selections speak volumes of unfettered illusion. someone please suck the slip shine. i watched the swine swallow the valour valor. i will wish the whimsy swelter selection. somesuch specticle, swashbuckling tenants! hah! and they swim together in brine!
goodness, i've undone my friendly courtsey, couteous as it may seem, it wasn't the right amount of absent-minded spectacle.
erection is the definition of crandall.
i splotch.
september sepulcre, strewn about from which the watcher seems to continue. communal crimes creep like the cloven feet of pan's pretense. i spent three years speaking under the weather water, spelunking my soul for tips and tulips. fucking drips due on top of rotten cups of fluff from violent poison.
she ties her body tight too far it seems too much to bear. i wish i saw her world and mine could find another pair of eyes to try on in this charming little lie. universe, multiverse, all just an irrational construction of counsciousness hell-bent on creating cute chaos. nothing is sacred, you only hold yourself to be truly evident of what you feel individually. i speak for all but i am one, there is no way this could be true, i am not god, for god is just a happy melody.
so strike up a fucking tune already!
when i play the skin until my hands ache and my mind is so far above and away from this universe, tuned into another channel of counsciousness where a roaring fire and a peaceful drum circle in an unpolluted forest are as commonplace as the smog-soaked skies and irrational allergic reactions of our world, i feel as if i finally fly.
i don't even know where my hands are, flowing with the river of rythum that winds through the cosmic consciousness. my lungs expand and contract, sound flows from my vocal chords--it is not mine, it will never be mine, i know that creativity is a collective, an act of celebration for the beauty of shiva and shakti's shared orgasm of creation/distruction that is the gift of life itself.

there first was one
we are two
we are one
god is one

there first was one
we are two
in the end is one
god is one


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(literary slurry: dlt+ejv, yo)