Since some of the steeple creeple wants to carry on even in relation to me like they are the shitless saviors to all...the first informatic arts model will be the following:
Enjoy! And there are many more books that we could model in relation to the not so polished look of those playing it angel in the mirror, and it's not to say all do this...but those who skipped the books and could give 2 fucks, coupled with people who are too busy to see what their not so stuidous members will do to others...it does come at a cost...it always has...of which I mean sure there is a need for commercial endeavor, but to let someone carry on as if calculating infinity is holding the very power of infinity, to the point of massaging one toward violent disregard...go fuck yourself...including your bullshit humanitarian photo-ops, shining bright, leaving something a little less for everyone else...decoded flows code the machine...the winners winning big, and in that fucked up way...got get em peace for violence. Everyone loves you, for the sycophants (who love your money even though the couldn't possibly and yet the decisions they made in relation) told you so. As the organization of chickenry, commercial be a star endeavor, targets the tradition of eggry, just stack the avenues against each other...get the wolves in the mirror representing the tradition to arrange the antagonisitic hell...the eggs will be goosestepping into chickens in no time as the fight against...wolves veiled in sheeps clothing setting up the fight ready to come in for piece..Maybe the Jews started it? Maybe the Muslims started it? Christians? Never! Cousin in Moscow? It's all totally fucking innocent...just a best of intentions sheeple who among the needed mannerisms couldn't be anything other than the kindest of all fucking angels...as the blueprints for the gunning down of poor dears ensues...Ukraine vs Russia and nothing in-between, for the TV lets us know...shhhhhh....This just in, the she in-between, of ties across borders, among villages that were living in peace, are now fighting...as for how it all got started shhh...it's Russia vs Ukraine...and her design, these poor dears, are all caught up in a pickle of a dichotomy sandwhich....who should she ever turn to as he bank rolls off her bitch ass....oh yes, the same fuckers who set up the killing fields to begin with....mild-mannered, meek, humble...they are now back...ready to bring all back to world piece...how fucking lovely...Ulysses Dual Roadwork stuck on repeat...cartesian sieves unite...tong zi dan spaghetti topped with green eggs and ham....Sam, I am...
