5 Blood Oranges, Unicorn Tapestries, & Well...Live, TwoNight, Head on the Line, Gemini Feed on the Television, His-Tory considered, A fire & The Shadow Show....
When there is so much talent...she had no eyes...the artistry, like the artistry that mastered the artistry and played it by the numbers...wait? Plastic Pyramid is the ancient world, and the Ziggurat...wait...Pyramids are the ancient....Adam and Eve....Lilith....Wait......Palestinians and the Philistines, Mycenaeans...Wait...In the beginnning there was cock...In the end....We all know how to fill in the...blank...he was drawing blanks...we all followed, but the camera saved, so fuck it...Live in his image....Reason among this fine season....something about Plato's closet?....In the closett?.....But when all is GAY!!!!????....When a group of assholes with a rainbow flag can assert she's simply Gayyy!!!!....Smile...To the mirror and beyond....something about, well...I mean with all this splendor about to explore...I saw a moon reflecting upon the water...A white sperm whale...Echo and the Bunnymen...Safehouse, Safe ship...Oh Captain, My Captain...Hello Mr. President...she's on the suicide plan, so he can live it up in the mirror for that glinting moment of ecstasy....branded as eternity of course...I remember....it was a reflection on the water....that moon...I was off the plane...Swan Diving...I crashed through...This language captured it all...like granuals in a sandbox...A castle made of sand...Hendrix had trix...Silly Rabbit....something happened eventually....in his image was the TICKet..Tock when the clock...the season gave us the reason...we smashed our flesh and blood upon the cave wall...we figured it all out...our masters even helped us...Again, 5 Blood Oranges, Unicorn Tapestries...A fine play of the senses...American FreeDOM TwoNight, Live from the Television screen...To be embraced, as an erasure...In the mirror. A good lad. A good girl. Saintly. Loving among the image. Earth Angel. Professional. Here, for all the shadows to realize a light seen...and as for her? A light without the I's....To appear before the yearbook picture head of hair facing the camera...but that pretty face...it's the front...it's the forward...it's the being...it's the existence...Who is Plato anyhow? Why would he be such a focus...Venus....Retrograde rotation...more to the story....shhhh....I mean, when it's mickey and a cross...congrats bodies in the mirror...you have your golden ticket to a fabulous chocolate factory...and as for the order who follows matters...including the design of the splits upon a static medium....shhhhhhh...and as for yours truly...My lot is of the lowly designation as we spin around on both fire and rock...Who could she be now? Let us smile in the mirror....say all the right things...and know it will hide everything...even if it wouldn't at all....I remember playing Red Rover...something about come over...Like White Rose to Red Rose...but enough of this nonsense...back to the new and improved animated imagery...and this entry point of consideration...a cave wall...Comedic Relief...Golden Showers...Glinting Splendor...Wise Tales of Mirroring Demeanor, bobbing up and down...When the milk made the maid...play it by the numbers and you too will be safe and sound....Let the sun shine upon your mirroring image...everyone will follow your lead...you are totally the elevation you convinced yourself to be...We all believe you...if not all of us...the sycophants who make you universal will believe...it's a pretend ofr the intend...rise loves...Like wax wings to the sun....and dry sand to catch your fall...You are at the center among the production of wombs of which you did not create...the shadow language upon the cave wall will have it...this is "your" time...Enjoy!
American Beauty & Blood Cultures
When a truck rides your ass on a back road, then speeds past head on with a car going the other direction that they swerve into a ditch...black truck, devil face on the head plate...marines on the back...It's like the Eleusinian mysteries play all over again...White Rose....Red Rose...When the angels in the mirror have it again...ready to spill blood for that heaven on earth horseshit play. I mean when it looks like the past generation...it's all just a style, so let's put her on trial...Religious-Military state and beyond...I mean when it's a global crew that can transform American Democracy into a veneer of itself...just smile...be happy...orient toward the mirror...look the part so a crew can set her on fire...nothing like the WWII behavior, but hey, "He's" got the look! He's got Hollywood love...He's painting the fucking sky blue...man handling the buds of a flower, ripping them open...everything is in bloom...in his image...a reason for the season...fucking off straight to a heavenly nothing hell....Bravo bones for a sandbox...The door never opened and I wonder why? Be that kind of bad ass...I mean it looks soooo fucking cool at least...Just run the cave wall language and pretend...Be "Saved." Who knew North Korea Adorned with an American Flag, God and Guns baby, new and improved, on that goosestep plan, like a complete dipshit, would be the new fucking American "Freedom" deal. #Headupassholewithasmile #PlatoCaveDongAdventurer #StaticDistortionBrain #ILooksLikesAmericanFuckOff #ShinyPuckerNewEmperor #VIPJC-Creeper #SurfingonaROCKet #BubbleGun(m)...D.O.G...POP #MirrorVictoryisYours #HolyWaterDouchingSaves #AntagonismMasterBait #OnDesertedHook #BoneDryDeathLiving #RedRoseCrown
Moving right along...Stung...
And clearly one of the JC's will not apply to my design at all...but you know, nice faces in the mirror pretending and lying....Angels on Earth...because that's a real thing...totally...absolutely...Honey...and yet this song....Stung...I wonder....the symbolism....
Cornering Ambitions
Oh look, she's a superman...sure...of course...that...again...on a different path..a star in the making...lights, camera, action....
Genius
Only 10 minutes in...Range Rover adventures, on non-options of doing what has been done...a shared bedroom and altar boy recollections....the identity of northern England...holy fuck...this is fantastic...It's like Catherine Tate and Tottenham....Are you a Christian?....Is he Gay?...Who dear, me dear, my dear, no dear..Does your daddy cry? The Trip...Oh, the fabulous W-EST...Always on the rocks...walled up...easily pursed...cold static as a new promotion...isolation as the new desire...Hue-Man, the fuck out of here, exploring color....rejecting the shadow show...astounded among the everyday...She's to be dead...He is to live...Good little boys get their "big man" domain, of course! Play nice as spice, all can be included with...dough-manes...designer hair cuts all day...T-Rips on the stage...ST-Rips Tease all day...paper, scissors, ROCK...lightning strikes among decoded flows...this encode...singing in the rain...the movie could go anywhere I'd imagine, but it seems to always come back to an all too familiar theme. This life. It's really something, even when it's REALLY something....like grapes plucked off the vine....HE LIVES!!!!!!!
And this is performative...the informatic, the communicative...very little still seem to follow...it isn't an aim to be better than...but rather, it's a new capacity, this informatic method interactivity...unless there is an engagement with the activity...it's typically over the colonial head, by design...I can't help that. It's just the sign of the early time...
Oh these sneezes...
When someone strategically...and it was...of which one of a Royal network would already have known, as the event was forced...and I paused...Should I do something that would embody something safe and sound, or simply make a term of common courtesy, which has nothing to do with political allegiance, considering, I'm not at all among a nature that corresponds to patriarchy, aka Constantinople, at all, by design....should I say be in good health, of some type of term like that, maybe a German word...but I'm from the prison colony of Georgia...we grew up with the courtesy term of bless you which wasn't about patriarchy or being blessed. It was simply a courtesy term, not even of centuries past of the soul escaping. No. Ethonocentric bigotries aside, it was simply a courtesy, bless you. Not bless your heart, which is a derogatory, but rather among the cultural subtleties of the area, my area, the area I grew up in, and you didn't, a courtesy, of which, I reluctantly did say...with a pause beforehand...bless you, knowing how the classist bigotry play can be used. We shall see. That is, considering the finest of all manners in grad school, I seriously doubt there is much room for hope, other than the given a damn in the mirror, that doesn't actually give a damn. So, I pause, say it, and let that spin play among the look like we give a damn crowed goes into action. They have a new traction they manufactured yet again, all with a smile, all with the best intentions, and with a candlelight vigil pre-typed when the blood spills. It's so sad what is happening. We care so much, in the mirror, and yet all of the hell keeps happening, all of our help just keeps missing the bill, among hands conveniently falling short, but look at these angels in frame, among the camera...it's all seeing is believing right...so naturally, the one's winning big had the plan, had the drive, had the heart, and as for the underhanded measure that set the entire matter up...shhhhh.....just go for what looks nice, and for get what's to come in relation...no cost at all for these nice things in the mirror. It is simply to be held at face value, like blue paint striving to paint the harmonies that contextualize space that color the realizable sky blue...no the paint is the new blue, and you, the new and improve blue Monday...How does it feel! Fuck it, smile bitch. This is your time to shine, like it or not. You are the winner in frame...this is your empire, this is your dirt...smile fucker. And I'm okay in produce...much like I'm okay if I'm in a van, etc...I lived next to a castle, and preferred the water on the castle window...even among the world's elite, they follow what I mean. They too, as the one's always on target for those that strive to arrive, follow what I mean. I mean, when it's you minding your own and then you are beheaded because...I don't know...chocolate cheesecake, tourettes, something off-base, irrational, of shit's fucked up so fuck, kill the fucker, even if we don't know the fucker type of thing...and the the generations beyond, keeping it mirror, mirror, and as for her mad eys, sure thing, loves...she's entirely mad...there is a consensus and it is easy for you, so fuck it...entirely out of line of what happened to your line among the hell, but your angels in the mirror...so it's easy to shine now and all without ever acknowledging the cost, right? Not to say that is the case, but when ecased with such fine fucking manners...should we all pretend? You have the best of intentions and the best of wishes to all...like Disney World, and yet something about the path it all paves...like seeing is believing precluding the air we breathe...it's not logical, but when it is the era of easy...fuck it right? Smile. Good manners. Impromptu assessment of the impoverished one, materially that is, of which is all that is impoverished among this given time...you are the inside to the one that is on the outside, and lilith, and that tradition...when it's a needing of the minds among the mirror...shhh....she's simply something fictional of the generations past...clearly her entire existence was a manufacture of the map...and we've got the latest and greatest of all map innovations, so here we are to remain entirely in charge, in power, and in that way...it's totally going to work out.....no need to call out the corruption when it's a new and improved new clothes universal...shhhhhhhhhh......what comes around will never occur again, and yet, it does...all the time...but shhhhhhhhh....smile.........we've all got this,on the map inc...but of shit....LLC....yet again. If not a band-aid, then a rainbow flag...kittens and unicorns for all...fuck the blood smeared, just shine fuckers...all day every fucking happy day to no end....Great fucking world....
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