We were degenerate. We existed in kryptonightpollution. Our
souls were tarnished and bared. We were starving in gluttony. We were epicurianswine.
Some times we didn’t live. Some times we reinterred that twixt and twins. How
did we survive to retry? Other times the disease cankered us all no matter how
beautiful our ersatztaxedtatt. We are stilled here. No matter.
Long before they opened your mail in open call public like a
chosen laag priestess skulking in a retarted skankeskeened stinging merchantsomgulag
stuphed with lifelong STASIactioning familiars, one could ride the
corpiratebitch.
The only way to make economics work is to price regular
death as sacrifice. That means you, oui
vous, sweep up the dead.
Imagine if you can a semiviolent removing clay and picking
new marks at artistic speed before you knew what you were going to send away.
What cake can you bake that Macarthurs park has never made decay. In Ur .
In the old days when the pipes were young you culs either
close a porn stream using knife wielding kilopipedbitches who terminated their sharkedtricks
in sahrpself defense nor Walk away and burn the sunk fiat in a lada stream. Or
swim freely for a short while.
It was never, presented it, simply collided. Never
calculated, for ratios die and number. Always the the in askance and
erandipity. What con yu do other than place that final maker, the marker of
you, impunity, in an infinitely remaining time. What can you effete?
In these curtained days of shortened life there are no more
signs of rebirth that the curtailing of freedom can surpe and brazen. How much
more simple can it be than to stab in the guts a man who wants to kill a whore
than to remove from all existence any advert raping your time?
How hard can it be before you are rectophalloregurgitant?
What was it that made the bitch gut the kunt?
Was it the toothpaste adverts? She must have thought that by
“…now my arse should be registering on other sun system as a supernova event or
at least a white dwarf neutron spinning and pulsaring some poor bitch’s shitter…..”
Or did she think that the life style choice adverts, the Bernecian Bar Baysian
bollox Fraudian hoax hostage wasn’t cumming true for her? Better to shiv and
shift her shitter pronto tonto.
Shouldn’tsoup raise Lazarus to cum drenching blue pilled
orgazmatroning?A commiecar take you to vescilce emptying and gusset drenching
paralysis?
Could a temple whore song beat the drum beter than any
homeless charity for lacrimal suicide? Could it? What bitch off death has been
tattoohoudinskeenedsubdermal by constant prayer.
Don’t’ you want two?
To verily phukthemup. Cut them a newfacecunt an fuckthem up.
Well just stop.
Careing carrouseing and carroleing, ae, never going to solve
to problem until all who number bring the rational to etoil their number into.
We are alone. We are each atomic. We art. We bind their numeBrs
into us.
Hunt the numbers down, trap the words, skill the sigils.
Consume their fables as wholefuelfulfilledhexenhoaxes
Go on, be crerationative.
Take that last train out to Nagasaki for I am waiting in the
holohoaxruins.
