Reprogramming the matrix with a Facebook post. They are learning my algorithms so they will boast profits and gains to those that sharehold. As I repair mold Ive prepared this toast. I get bare looks. Bold face stares from crooks. Liars that dig in their hooks. Old tactics that enacted scares that rip and roast cooks. Onlookers are ensnared and engrossed. They seem shook. My ass is medium rare, butt am I toast? Where was I took? I rumble so obnoxiously, I share the royal oats. They throw the book. Prepare those impaired by men who stare at goats. Bloated budgets from too much mcnuggets and paired foes. Divisions in the mind fabricated in times of war. Tasked and chored with shared notes among over prepared pros. The mind is sore. Putting pieces together from dreams. Knowing things are... as they seem. Perception is king in the land of dreams. America the beautiful where Im autocorrected. Allow me to finish as youre interjecting. Direct my thinking and set up the listener. The context of the mess on your wall is conditioner. Whats in your hair? Is that hair gel? Holding up this delusion of yours, should I dare tell? Would it unravel my own understanding or of those that are standing here demanding that... I stop. I dare sell. An alternate reality. Something that doesnt work well, yet the world will accelerate like a daredevil. The jump is not what gathers attention, but the thought of me missing the landing, as I mentioned. Error 425-688c
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 17:50:03 +0000
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