I have had, my cup of coffee, I have thought this over.
Please, let equality and liberty hold sway; Please stop this obsession with eating from holding sway; please use what pieces of me that you can to save the lives of any that are not criminals- accusations hold not.
Please, let equality and liberty hold sway; Please stop this obsession with eating from holding sway; please use what pieces of me that you can to save the lives of any that are not criminals- accusations hold not.
Don't you dare even for once think of giving these organs up for food- even damaged as they are, or of giving them up to social elitist pricks.
ReplyDeleteDeath to popularism, rise of the qualified.
I also want one promise: never call me a hero, heroine, or anything of the sort.
ReplyDeleteA bloody stupid idjit or fool is totally ok.
I saw a commercial today before i slept, I remembered love, I enjoyed. xenil"moc" - xen li ;
ReplyDeletePlease sell a gun, a clip of ammo, and rent a boat to me. It is time for me to depart this stage of foolish mercy, this grand hyatt of debauchery, this land where bad=evil people dwell- these shadows suit me not, and I have not but pain and illusory sensation to spare.
It was equal until thee stacked the deck, whether they already found the situation to be suffering a sufferance.
Everytime I asked to be taught, or given correct information- all you have done is make me into a gibbering idiot; i have no remorse left for your kind; just passive regret that this memo, this passage of thine and mine may be known and understood- this ideal to be lived- the cowardly hero, the death-honor of a lover turned warrior, this sad piece of phrasing that is transient and meant to be forgotten, this folly - this turn - this speech- this life, which i doth kiss goodbye . but never good riddance, for to toss something without love, without knowing its beauty and weakness, to trash that which we hold dear is not but a pittance, a good deed, a giving of hope: that we may have true liberty and perfection's freedom - to rise again and above where the qualified shall practice, and where i alone only know not but the travesty that is mine own, this sappy remorse that is hope that this game of charades and cons may end; for it is in blatancy that we find knowledge, and wisdom- it is in subtlety that we find only those whispered words of true love: for to find anything else is not but an illusion an illusory quest that shams the name of creation and shows our love of life, the completeness of a quandary which allows for true enlightenment to be obtained; the peace, the perfect being, the completeness of being here, the harmony of movements that allow for the " not" to be told, but all to be known- it is in this that i do say farewell, for tis unto thee that these garbled glished murmured phrasings are passed by the deaf, the blind, the dumb [sic notes one who cannot speak], the incompetent, the fools, and lastly even the deformed- for it is fair for the "retarded" to pass something else to us, something far more valuable than anything else in all the world- the intrinsic compassion and understanding that only we who follow the code shall ever ken or realize; it is upon this fathom of comprehension that i ride tonight, it is upon this cognition that discrimanance hath not to do with discrimination but differentiation or for a better word the opposite of an integral; but as this math be beyond my integrity, as this linguism be beyond my comprehension- it is to the winds i fly, to message those in disguise: for seagulls or witnesses or craftsman to acknowledge my apprehension. Choices that are best left to be forgottēn.
ReplyDeleteÐestiny Æwaits Çonniptions of Paradoxes to be foretold in a most auspicious conundrum. It is triage which takes no note of economic status, no note of qualifications, no note of accident's occurence and it only from this triage of forays as triage only meant determining the most serious of injuries, this use of triage as a suicidal incursion is not only a travesty but a crime of linguistic buffoonery.
Take note, I have yet to make a jest: but once upon a time I did make points with threats, and pit those elitists upon each other- in order for sane people to be let be, as solitude should be allowed, else we have become the enemy.
Stoner says Huah!
ReplyDeleteMarine says nothing.
The spy blinks rapidly and continues typing.
The guy who was shot in the face takes precedence over a torn acl, but a torn jugular is another story. Perhaps this time, they won't juggle the skulls- mayhaps this time, they will only be somber and give us the courtesy of solitude's ignorance.
ReplyDeleteMishaps thee ignored this. Survivability rated at 0.0001%
15 years in the planning, 4 months in the procuring, 1 day in the doing.
ReplyDeleteThe map, or the math is about splitting yourself in an amoebic way to allow for the split and maybe you to believe that such is possible. (communication with others, machines, homes, even form and or environment)
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