Disillusionment is bent around my retina, perceived, then sent to the mainframe. Brain circling thoughts like a train with no conductor, a cane with no constructor, sane, but out of luck or determined, but to touch her. Senses flaring, muscles blaring, emotion of eyes misunderstanding. Banding blades with circus games just to test and impress inconspicuous babes. Specifically at raves, the ones made of knowledge, artificially paved, the Other calls it college, it's where my brother lives, insidious incentives chased asquare from conservatives. Currently bibbed, he's a squib-kicked rib in the body of the beast — a rationally impulsive feast on manipulation, so tune in to the station, “you’re under arrest" to live in this nation. Congratulations. “You live and you learn”, but don’t forget to remember “you die when you burn”, you don’t fly when you churn, and the next time you concur, you’ll meet a tire iron named Surge. The execution occurred at 10 past non-existence, realize my insistence to underwrite this inhibition, Stop the petty orders, postulates, and silly bonds, using prepositional phrases is as bad as Jerry Fodor and his linguistic sorters, but keep in mind and in body, in soul. While on the potty — you and I are necessarily sufficient, for this part of the party — now realign your views and social cues so what becomes valued is “nothing but the whole truth”. In the end, we can’t pretend we’re not all fictional George Bluths... At least we’re not George Michaels. Or Busters. Christ. God help us. Help supplant our belief in thus. Disabuse our illusions that nothing is enough and that you are not a bluff, by too many puffs of ancestral angel dusts. Ruff Ruff, I’m a dog, gruff gruff, I’m a frog. All of Darwin’s animals are demystified by fog. So slog along and try to be fond of optimistic ill fawns who remind you of me when you were nearly all gone. Love thyself, and to love, Keep on! Tron is just a dream led by Reverend John, you’re a pawn out of place, with a board of infinite space and alloy infinite pieces, most of which can be replaced. Don’t drown but don’t about face — in your grave you’ll only lace your friends with a negative trace. Stay encased and embrace haste
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