04-08-2006, 12:00 AM
First and foremost! Let this be no international treason:
Reasons will hereby change every season. Lining in the nervous system support the divine fire. BReathe insanely. This uncontrollable gas has burned all fuel. The fire raged. Now there is distance and atrophy. Exempt. Re-sept. The powerful seed that lines the passageways is gone. What will transport civilation at faster than light instance thought jump patterns with no ability to support divine fire? Fire! It burns! The great mad human breathed so much the fire was stoked and the great divine seed was spent in an instant.
Yet but fortunately as the smell well now exude this single instant was enough to fracture time-coded reality. An atrocious leak hath been discovered. From the frontal lobe or wherein-whereout-matrix-snout. You smell that? Its like mold, fungus, yeast. Nature in UnAction. Here WithIn Here WithOut So Shall it be KnowN that Super Human makes home dwellings in mushroom caps. Said mushrooms offer and unrealistically safe endeavor in human life. Talking about being somewhere. Being someone. Having power. Then mother fucker BAM. Who the *** am I? What the ***? Sheeeit. FuwK. One moment what? These thoughts fail mad logic. The bits miss out on cohesion. An overall lack this season. Prepare for the moorings. What are those? They have to do with the boat that shall soon take flight with yon wings.
Agh. Yawn. Drink more vile liquid. Smoke mroe grass. Write the story, punk. It shall be heard. It will be written. This is a growing season. Welcome to life. Expect nothing. Wait a minute: found something. Riddled me that. A convenient maze of hey-human-was-just-in-dat.
Reasons will hereby change every season. Lining in the nervous system support the divine fire. BReathe insanely. This uncontrollable gas has burned all fuel. The fire raged. Now there is distance and atrophy. Exempt. Re-sept. The powerful seed that lines the passageways is gone. What will transport civilation at faster than light instance thought jump patterns with no ability to support divine fire? Fire! It burns! The great mad human breathed so much the fire was stoked and the great divine seed was spent in an instant.
Yet but fortunately as the smell well now exude this single instant was enough to fracture time-coded reality. An atrocious leak hath been discovered. From the frontal lobe or wherein-whereout-matrix-snout. You smell that? Its like mold, fungus, yeast. Nature in UnAction. Here WithIn Here WithOut So Shall it be KnowN that Super Human makes home dwellings in mushroom caps. Said mushrooms offer and unrealistically safe endeavor in human life. Talking about being somewhere. Being someone. Having power. Then mother fucker BAM. Who the *** am I? What the ***? Sheeeit. FuwK. One moment what? These thoughts fail mad logic. The bits miss out on cohesion. An overall lack this season. Prepare for the moorings. What are those? They have to do with the boat that shall soon take flight with yon wings.
Agh. Yawn. Drink more vile liquid. Smoke mroe grass. Write the story, punk. It shall be heard. It will be written. This is a growing season. Welcome to life. Expect nothing. Wait a minute: found something. Riddled me that. A convenient maze of hey-human-was-just-in-dat.