This culture is stiff....Matriarchy locked out since the mid 90s...MICKEY by the numbers freezing the party out, like coke without the bubbles...so sooooo sweet...so soooooo happy.....so soooooooo fucking flat...chem trails the new shit trails...SMILE 4 MICKEY....Patriarchical boredom and beyond....so planned, so exciting, like ripping the bud of a flower and proclaiming everything is in-bloom...the New US....North Korean Gamesa and BEE-YOND....It's all the Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....Zap....into the light....this image is yours.....Still lackluster McFuckster at best...
You're about keeping it real...here ya go by the numbers plastic pyramid rockstars...
When it's so planned and HAPPY....get excited like coke without the bubbles everyone...so now it's tolerate plastic pyramid bullshit...if your ass is boring the money doesn't make it any better...NEXT...it's more of that bullshit waiting room affair, since the insecure need to sit on the lowly masses like they are hatching a fucking Russian Fabergé Egg...This matriarchy type...sure she had the Radio waves for decades after WWII...but now we found our way, straight into the hands of authoritarian money...fuck IT....she's locked out...freeze her out with all the shine you can muster...Patriarchical Bukake and beyond...WHITE LIGHT...
She likes free-society.....orienting toward creative play, of process, vs his boring play of orienting toward supremacist allure, of nice as ice, yeah cool nice, embodiment....disengage the minds at all cost...she is to embody for HE IS, even when HE NOT...bounded faculty anyone? Reasons insofar, out of the womb no one created, bleeding just the same...of citizenry...Oh no it's the KIM JONG UN society for the new imperial house of the rising SON-to-KING cartesian sieve unite...for the new and improved United States, looking the part, behaving entirely different...can't catch her on the radio...those themes scrubbed out for dittle skittle meets dick on expensive shit...welcome to the new real...DNA Simulacra and beyond...so fake it's real fake and that's real...as fake is the foundation....
He wants the Head-Line on her Head-Lights...
No actual risks...no free-form...always making sense....always in control...even as your stunted asses are on a rock spinning around a ball of fucking fire...you got this when you don't...just let the money mirage keep you from the very fears you run from, all the while looking so fucking strong...realized...of a buffet of supremacist allures you can choose from...awesome. Just like the 80s and 90s...and yet, nothing like it at all....just a bag of exploding dicks trying to escape the viagra overload, as the nice as ice machine fails to unload....keep it tight like your grandmas anus of immaculate conception....where the origins of angel hood in the mirror, in his image, derive from a shitless existence....much like one could never emerge from a womb of which they did not create...not it's the imaculate conception poo-snatch that distinguishes the human from the human....oh wait, human, 5 senses, unicorn tapestry...I mean when it's spastic homeric imagination as the new basis of a return to that same sentimental bullshit....an instabilty by design....but no need to even review such matters of discussion...it's this option among the performative...a way to frame deficites...a way to dig deeper and take note of the challenges presented, among minds....running away....The colonial form is here....but what does that mean...has been articulated...but when it's just unserious...and she's no longer en-vogue....by all means imaculate polished puckers....bend over and show us your WHITE LIGHT glory to the holy....
