When the angels in the mirror are true...shhhhhh...SMILE...even if we are entirely fake bullshit...like a unit branded as family....and to know the western shake...oooo la la...Ulysses...beam me up...right up your glorious hole...something about dualized organization...result is anew...labor, sexual, and violence....SMILES all day...AmerIcan....Idol....
Boys, Boys, Boys....??? Boyz, Boyz, Boyz...??? Like Abra-Cadabra....That Triangle...The CHARM of the middle ages....That Radio GAGA video...she did like the Frank Zappa studio...but who am I...who is she....the mirror has it these days...angels among the visuals Kiss and Tale..."abreq ad habra" ..."hurl your thunderbolt even unto death" ...Envision it...through the looking glass....and lighning bolt through a forest scene...a Turtle among the rain water...neck out...upon a nature...a loud clap of thunder...the turtle's neck...out and proud...not even the slightest flinch to the lightning bolt spectacle...through these fine ages...the grateful dead....that door among the fire...opening...her arrival...but when among his image...surely you are ALL found rather than entirely full of shit....SMILE....oh say it fake ass love...first name, last name...we all know your bullshit routine....prayers for heavenly hell....The visual your spineless shit needs...Be brave in the mirror...be a warrior...be entirely full of fucking shit, spineless coward...have your go at me, til blood do us part superficial fuck...
Shake the spear....pitchforks...fire...the shadow show language has it...police the words...the new and improve United State...Utopic Universals for ALL....Cleansed....Sanitized....no decay...purity ring assholes for all...
He keeps it tight and upright...incentrator angels...She keeps it bleeding...poorest of all embodiments....shadow shows....mass destractions...reason for the season...in his image...need not apply...
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...
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