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This is a Fine Day. Sit Back. Get back! Wetback!
I'm a victim of myself and a missile with no final trajectory, sent into space with alotta sloppy data.
I mean, God I'm an ape in space.
A God awful gravity defiant great.
Something. Some kinda primate. A lesser form anything God ever made.
Listen to my pain.
Just kidding. You ain't gotta.
This is a fine day. Drink a shot.
This a fine way to stave time. Unwind, wait to die in steady decline, but still in the prime right?
Ha! Yeah right.
You lost a few. Or about to.
Apostle spew.
Listen up close. Time is an enemy never forget it. Live with it and cherish it.
Keep your enemies closer. Fuckin marry it. Don't underestimate the wear.
It'll you take you down quick.
It's coming monkey. Junky. Ya you funky but you got chemicals clouding your thought sex and pride and people pleasing.
Sigh.
Listen society is my enemy and yours and our friends too. They are not the meter stick.
They are sentenced fools.
It's a fucking hysteria epidemic.
A disease of the mind.
These are the times for reason and finding peace.
Quit blaming everyone.
Accept the divine creed.
Life is pain.
Life is a scary place.
Proceed warily. Peeps are phantoms and phantoms are fine treat Santa nice but remember they're not reaching you.
They are not your friends. Treat em friendly or friendlier.
But keep your mind free.
Remember the best of times are the worst.
Human reasoning is laughably on par with primates with half of our evolutionary progress.
It really is. We are toddlers. We are brought to this Earth, pursuers of truth and gnawed off to goblins. Dirt. Robots and lock jawed men. Fine but free your mind, men. A rockwall exists.
It is not all bliss. It's just.
Lockers and locked doors.
Nightly snorers. Dora the Explorer.
The answers aren't brought down.
There are no answers.
Reach skyward. And find at last some measure of peace in the rational far out and magical rationing that knocks all human contritions out of the ballpark.
Hence...these Marxist Nazi Capitulated to Fiction No Capitalist Legion Allegiance of weasels...
I mean, God I'm an ape in space.
A God awful gravity defiant great.
Something. Some kinda primate. A lesser form anything God ever made.
Listen to my pain.
Just kidding. You ain't gotta.
This is a fine day. Drink a shot.
This a fine way to stave time. Unwind, wait to die in steady decline, but still in the prime right?
Ha! Yeah right.
You lost a few. Or about to.
Apostle spew.
Listen up close. Time is an enemy never forget it. Live with it and cherish it.
Keep your enemies closer. Fuckin marry it. Don't underestimate the wear.
It'll you take you down quick.
It's coming monkey. Junky. Ya you funky but you got chemicals clouding your thought sex and pride and people pleasing.
Sigh.
Listen society is my enemy and yours and our friends too. They are not the meter stick.
They are sentenced fools.
It's a fucking hysteria epidemic.
A disease of the mind.
These are the times for reason and finding peace.
Quit blaming everyone.
Accept the divine creed.
Life is pain.
Life is a scary place.
Proceed warily. Peeps are phantoms and phantoms are fine treat Santa nice but remember they're not reaching you.
They are not your friends. Treat em friendly or friendlier.
But keep your mind free.
Remember the best of times are the worst.
Human reasoning is laughably on par with primates with half of our evolutionary progress.
It really is. We are toddlers. We are brought to this Earth, pursuers of truth and gnawed off to goblins. Dirt. Robots and lock jawed men. Fine but free your mind, men. A rockwall exists.
It is not all bliss. It's just.
Lockers and locked doors.
Nightly snorers. Dora the Explorer.
The answers aren't brought down.
There are no answers.
Reach skyward. And find at last some measure of peace in the rational far out and magical rationing that knocks all human contritions out of the ballpark.
Hence...these Marxist Nazi Capitulated to Fiction No Capitalist Legion Allegiance of weasels...
