Tomorrow’s Here.

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Tomorrow’s here. Every second passes, dawn to dusk, spawn to dust, worm to dirt, war to death, wish to dream, wing to deformed wing, whistle to sing; winds to dance with; friends, they romance with, fires, blaze rear-end bits; tongues they dash wit; tongues playing, fast whips, tongues, pray, or prey and gnash…which tongue? Stay; passions wished; which tongue saved past wicked whispers, we guessed, pretending wisdom. We, guests on public TV, watched by a gazillion participants in a lil’ thing we like to call the countries people. Wretched tool goes and says passing whims, which fetched the drooling gossiper and sacked the pet, well? Say? Words, turn guns and free slaves; prison walls, nor promises falled can predict the prick of the phrase; our performances, open, protruding; occurrences pondered and opinions preferred. Observations presented, and outlandish pray tells outlining personalities, outliving (presumably) our petty- me; perhaps of precious many, Centennial circles, careful to keep count and cut the cake and congratulate the lad or lass on the date. - check your calendars. Crying out loud, don’t be late. Words won’t help with that, mate.
Well, Where was I? Write: (right?)
Words will hate and hate will inflate debate; Don’t hesitate to have a say in the fray for those fellow few with a word or two; to war with the wagging tongue who’s whining when- which ever Washington’s walking all over their wigs and war is what the situation calls for- we, imperfect, as much is true, won’t be watching the news when we’re the ones working and racking our minds when- whatever whoever whenever, wherever wrecks the day and, well, who’s gonna wind up wetting their widdle fingers in the filth when the fix isn’t fun or fox doesn’t feature a 1500 page disclosure of the free world fathers of the fellowmen (and women); forgive them folks if they figure if the 15 second clip with the flag wearing fanatic, flying for free to feature his family on Dr. Phil’s futon to figure out who’s to blame for his hatred and shame for human rights and paper planes. Find out more, or fire obtusely funded fragmental figment of CC fantasies, falsely fleeing from any freedoms formally figured into the “ free-rights” radicals’ future flights. For fun, from now forward, for our failure to face facts and force foreigners to fall in and follow the same few fundamental footprints; let’s find a way to focus on US, for our unacceptable feelings, for a few who you flew before 2002, would be a bit rude, regarding the full body (nude) search, step right up, females first- face forward, feet flat- now, (folds figure in half) feels, first flashes a film, for further future for vacation of frequent-flyer families’ security and safety, and service with a smile as he goes the extra mile and gropes the entire orifice, entering each, examining, Ernest as an Eagle Scout, even explaining his exact expectations-, “ every evildoers end up entering my end of this enterprise, and the boss’ll have MY backside on the burner… back up…. annd… hold it wide, ma’am. “ mighty busty for a female your size. French? You’re sure? Fine. Maybe you’ll wanna tell us all here at the TSA- why? Well, it’s not for me to decide, but before I begin, may I, business again, be so reasonable as to ask why you and your bleach headed bunch are flying to… Cancun? On a Friday… for the weekend? And, for the last time, I ain’t gonna tell , U2 terrorist looking teenagers again; turn around and BEND,before we begin to mistake your missies for Muslims or Mexicans, ‘comprende’? This is just the American way. Thaaats it, just take it; ain’t me, right? And mere rights? I can take ‘em away. In completion of this cavity search immediately result in a court marshal I’m completing this cavity search, cause it could be a terrorism  crammed in your terrorists twinkle toes, that could be ANYTHING (who knows?). Keeping your kids safe is the sworn duty at the TSA., seeing young collegiate, shaking inches from my face. It’s just a job perk you could say. Speaking of.- you- Ursula, usher these two through the terminal. Thanks, jus’ gotta go, ya know- long day. Shuts, locks door.(spanking off.) SECURITY: it’s our TSA duty.- (excuse me.)(enters main lobby) “ extra hours..!” (snaps gloves) 
Security never seemed so secular. “ safety first!” See? —*_ the fanatic, foreigner and — the fear, mongering fools who flipped our freedom on its face and — it with a fist called “fairness”. Fit? 
For the last time, for your life and mine, forever until the end of time. Freedom isn’t free, but as for me, I’m fine with the fun, but don’t be deceived and believe the bald face lies all focused on we. Forget your freedom and you’ll find yourself falling in a finer and finer line. Freedom is not free, but that planted seed, protected needs, plugged the weeds, parasites that feed on our creed. Fight for what’s mine. The founding father for this for us to flourish. Freedoms a flower to nourish. Freedom is ours. Know this.

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Tomorrow’s here. Every second passes, dawn to dusk, spawn to dust, worm to dirt, war to death, wish to dream, wing to deformed wing, whistle to sing; winds to dance with; friends, they romance with, fires, blaze rear-end bits; tongues they dash wit; tongues playing, fast whips, tongues, pray, or prey and gnash…which tongue? Stay; passions wished; which tongue saved past wicked whispers, we guessed, pretending wisdom. We, guests on public TV, watched by a gazillion participants in a lil’ thing we like to call the countries people. Wretched tool goes and says passing whims, which fetched the drooling gossiper and sacked the pet, well? Say? Words, turn guns and free slaves; prison walls, nor promises falled can predict the prick of the phrase; our performances, open, protruding; occurrences pondered and opinions preferred. Observations presented, and outlandish pray tells outlining personalities, outliving (presumably) our petty- me; perhaps of precious many, Centennial circles, careful to keep count and cut the cake and congratulate the lad or lass on the date. - check your calendars. Crying out loud, don’t be late. Words won’t help with that, mate. Well, Where was I? Write: (right?) Words will hate and hate will inflate debate; Don’t hesitate to have a say in the fray for those fellow few with a word or two; to war with the wagging tongue who’s whining when- which ever Washington’s walking all over their wigs and war is what the situation calls for- we, imperfect, as much is true, won’t be watching the news when we’re the ones working and racking our minds when- whatever whoever whenever, wherever wrecks the day and, well, who’s gonna wind up wetting their widdle fingers in the filth when the fix isn’t fun or fox doesn’t feature a 1500 page disclosure of the free world fathers of the fellowmen (and women); forgive them folks if they figure if the 15 second clip with the flag wearing fanatic, flying for free to feature his family on Dr. Phil’s futon to figure out who’s to blame for his hatred and shame for human rights and paper planes. Find out more, or fire obtusely funded fragmental figment of CC fantasies, falsely fleeing from any freedoms formally figured into the “ free-rights” radicals’ future flights. For fun, from now forward, for our failure to face facts and force foreigners to fall in and follow the same few fundamental footprints; let’s find a way to focus on US, for our unacceptable feelings, for a few who you flew before 2002, would be a bit rude, regarding the full body (nude) search, step right up, females first- face forward, feet flat- now, (folds figure in half) feels, first flashes a film, for further future for vacation of frequent-flyer families’ security and safety, and service with a smile as he goes the extra mile and gropes the entire orifice, entering each, examining, Ernest as an Eagle Scout, even explaining his exact expectations-, “ every evildoers end up entering my end of this enterprise, and the boss’ll have MY backside on the burner… back up…. annd… hold it wide, ma’am. “ mighty busty for a female your size. French? You’re sure? Fine. Maybe you’ll wanna tell us all here at the TSA- why? Well, it’s not for me to decide, but before I begin, may I, business again, be so reasonable as to ask why you and your bleach headed bunch are flying to… Cancun? On a Friday… for the weekend? And, for the last time, I ain’t gonna tell , U2 terrorist looking teenagers again; turn around and BEND,before we begin to mistake your missies for Muslims or Mexicans, ‘comprende’? This is just the American way. Thaaats it, just take it; ain’t me, right? And mere rights? I can take ‘em away. In completion of this cavity search immediately result in a court marshal I’m completing this cavity search, cause it could be a terrorism crammed in your terrorists twinkle toes, that could be ANYTHING (who knows?). Keeping your kids safe is the sworn duty at the TSA., seeing young collegiate, shaking inches from my face. It’s just a job perk you could say. Speaking of.- you- Ursula, usher these two through the terminal. Thanks, jus’ gotta go, ya know- long day. Shuts, locks door.(spanking off.) SECURITY: it’s our TSA duty.- (excuse me.)(enters main lobby) “ extra hours..!” (snaps gloves) Security never seemed so secular. “ safety first!” See? —*_ the fanatic, foreigner and — the fear, mongering fools who flipped our freedom on its face and — it with a fist called “fairness”. Fit? For the last time, for your life and mine, forever until the end of time. Freedom isn’t free, but as for me, I’m fine with the fun, but don’t be deceived and believe the bald face lies all focused on we. Forget your freedom and you’ll find yourself falling in a finer and finer line. Freedom is not free, but that planted seed, protected needs, plugged the weeds, parasites that feed on our creed. Fight for what’s mine. The founding father for this for us to flourish. Freedoms a flower to nourish. Freedom is ours. Know this.

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