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charismatic social competitive potential to make people mush mend never rot bend to circuits that stem from the fear social and religious obligations distractions from fear in my heart there is a smugness so boil my own hand to overcome the tension sarcastically and if i enchant the withering have i be got the altruistic nature of the firestarters alchemy and first to claim stakes tell the most valuable story through individual humans so i can play with your corpse individual bodies they might be, but like cells of our body (i like playing with dead things, an undertaker close to death, but not pain do not value any of your memories lest they be written and fabelized through at least three generations for in your journey is spent upon a wavering bridge. they are too very different things) they are part of an important and conscious whole insects cold and dead and machine like more awareness, told and end up being nothing at all, but another body in the count to be more choice so many die with the same exact face, like insects avoid the rotten ones specifically when you rebirth into the familiar body enough times the old world grows dull and new images will arise in the point blank intricate and meaningless detail inherently noble awareness of the collective consciousness an admirable way to expend your energy m lick the inner walls of their sexual partners anus, this is mainstreams, but you find them endearing when they have no power...

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mud.

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cells have deluded themselves

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you can be a fairy

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if you very very much

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eating poison toadstools

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with some froggies in the mud

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everynody knows how much fairies like blood

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its a race for an arm

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from the farmers little bud

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give

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me an eye dont you cry

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unless u want

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all ur petals plucked

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m...

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symbolic wise the only reason i have not barricaded the doors and windows is because i am flattered its just me projecting my own viral will to assimilate certain places as concepts (it is selfish to feel terror for the black mirrors tremendous pain smears our visions and get melancholy, obsessively think about it, really traumatised merged with some demons) in an existing archive, i know you would never be able to sense my body while i cast bird block transmission jammer, makes sense to me in relative terms this way is associated the god body with explorations (i have never seen a rotten apple, i think it has something to do with newtons law of standing on top of a hill skin will slip down the muscle connected to my spirit body, i have gone numb since glimpsing the moon. the apples get intimidated thinking you are the king of said hill thus running away if it hits the floor... Apples are ideas right? if you have heard about tales of the stupid ones, i have not, even the idea you keep having "i have been very keen to the fact that you have been trying to send a specific chain of words that activate my government programming to lose control and go postal." my death i will still be alive so my face will be dead but i will still hear your words more painful than your modern day death denial wonder how bad you can mess up my kids when you have some maybe teach them every four numbers they have to count one to one over sixteen .. just to fuck with them and now they hesitate to die when the new memories get fuzzier than the old ones), the feeling always comes first it is my percivals in cause in effect for how would i even think my way here on my own as you start to perceive what others dont and i have no probelm with assimilating all information to match the reality i choose to perpetuate for myself through like a whip that keeps me on the beaten path..

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i cant quite figure it out...

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why sould i make myself miserable? what misery come for me will be meant to be comfort for small spaces, i have no need to put it on myself. resentful body resonates while the serpentine coils.

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..and the finals days laid gods egg to the molestation and exits thermal frames with just nature and not looking further into, laid the egg, "thats what i say to white suburbia, check your fridges. are they running? wipe your nose... ew, sniveling snakes and their kitchen appliances it is an act of mutual respect that we have tumbled and rose to this point, the addition of appliance adding to the stock of potential government hazard devices i was not born here, if it can be imaginined if i have spoken before to be so. play out on one of the suffering planes is it water or is it wine, transcribes the data to the physical mental it is a fine life.

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the iron bull and her ironic father, example of perfection.

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"my love for others is twisted", said the bull, but deep down in her heart she knew that she was just in a constant reality escape.

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do harm in the world i feel safe if they are partially crippled its better for everyone competetive and resentful a weird relationship the nice one should have the power, for the greater good the same as the baby hitler kitten.

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dating a disabled person for their recovery change be ware changing the presets literal and speculative, why would you want to reverse death?

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no responsibility, no power

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