attempted stream of consciousness in a half doze'd state
Conventions of interventions miscalculated remains unmentioned sure to cause amounts of tension and cease ascension take away their pension watch the fools without quenched skin do not ask a single question dictate the norms from life's ordeal. A subjective insipid meal that we steal, flagrant and doused in veal, slaves will kneel and beg for food, depends on whether we're in a good mood, or crude, like oil, like crude fucking oil... black like the great universe that we see before us, perverse and unforgiving, free in verse and above all one massive hearse for humanity, the species that trails me to no avail, no chance to derail, or to fail, they're on a quest to find the holy grail, and look anywhere but behind a veil so obvious and indiscreet. Dancing on their clotted seats they perform such idiotic feats and desire nothing in return but an object a treat a snack of meat stay seated and greet with idle mouths the sound of their intrepid crowd draws near, they fear, the brink of extinction is the tincture of a distinct sin. Revelate and desecrate, gotta be above the interest rate or else it ain't fate, it's your demise, better get your kid circumsized, or he will not rise in the porn industry.
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