She Just LUUUUVVVVVS...His "Love....ove...ove...ove........oven.....

He's got a vine of disco ball grapes....he's dangling as we speak...the INTER-NET...dangle, dangle, dangle, dangle..Word Police...Embodied Truths...Words for ICE...What did the lyrics say?...We No....We the Dualized....Fucking Irrational...K(no)w....meanwhile she notes of the obvious play....and responds accordingly...
D.O.G. Luv M E...Faux....Saw....an existence before a language?  Let us TALK TALK...No doubt...

Meanwhile he's spinning out in front of the black hole suprette...going k(no)where....disco murder ball obliterated into a newer form of...among the informatic emergence...she's such a poor embodiment....impure...get back in the cage whore...in the fucking cage!