I eat words and out comes art.

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V3.5

The question remains to be answered? Where doth the droppings emit? Are they more or less you? If the soul is shot out to horizons untold- dreams skyrocketing suddenly as we reach another plateau of magnificence in science… but where does the flesh casing you once held as your sole vehicle end up?
Were thinking? Humanoid slave trading and or the black market native made public fad with a Michelin rating that would make the space pope himself blush- human organ made down dining and we mean the finest! Get to see the social media of your meal and even select age ranges and intelligence basis, choose a Virgo or a lives - to get back at the scorned bastard or the one who got away- or- take it a 
(I eat words and out comes art. Lofty bouncing smiling balls float and weave on by my eye as I magically ensue all the worlds art with my singular mindscape tumbling onwards like the very sun in the sky- if she had a starring role in cirque du soleil. A Moroccan bazaars in space vastly packed with exotic fruits and alien eyes shifting over every thi)

Step further and actually ORDER that flighty fuck if an ex for your next dinner party and watch the non-something get boiled alive like a fucking lobster as they plead for you once more!
(Note- the company does not promise the pleading to begging of any future meals as they savagely put them to the very u human and very public glamorized regularized death - literally- not even Marie antwenette can claim a fame this enticing and unnecessary!)
(Almost as nauseating as the annual national dog slaughtering and bbq festival held in one of the post Asian districts on pre mobilized earth, just a hop skip and a time travel ticket away and you can watch as they Cooke these bizarrely human looking things- once shaved1 from the neck down- motherfuxking cooked at the stake. The still full of life eyes gleam as flash photography lights up the competitors like fire. Yum

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I eat words and out comes art. Lofty bouncing smiling balls float and weave on by my eye as I magically ensue all the worlds art with my singular mindscape tumbling onwards like the very sun in the sky- if she had a starring role in cirque du soleil. A Moroccan bazaars in space vastly packed with exotic fruits and alien eyes shifting over every thing you’ve ever known and lazily shifting through every emotion to ever take over your little pathetic humanoid existence. We think we are so important. We are nothing. The robot man will see you now. Please leave all bags and hopes for an onward facing existence at the door- the direct route into the next life, should you deserve one- will take off as scheduled- through his gastardly insizers and down- as chunk-like aura glow- into his pan-dimensional digestive track. Space travel was never gonna be easy. But dimensional shifting? Seems it only requires to be horrendously chewed up while retaining semblance and all nerve endings while your body shifts though portals we almost wish we never found proof of existence. The question remains to be answered? Where doth the droppings emit? Are they more or less you? If the soul is shot out to horizons untold- dreams skyrocketing suddenly as we reach another plateau of magnificence in science… but where does the flesh casing you once held as your sole vehicle end up? Were thinking? Humanoid slave trading and or the black market native made public fad with a Michelin rating that would make the space pope himself blush- human organ made down dining and we mean the finest! Get to see the social media of your meal and even select age ranges and intelligence basis, choose a Virgo or a lives - to get back at the scorned bastard or the one who got away- or- take it a (I eat words and out comes art. Lofty bouncing smiling balls float and weave on by my eye as I magically ensue all the worlds art with my singular mindscape tumbling onwards like the very sun in the sky- if she had a starring role in cirque du soleil. A Moroccan bazaars in space vastly packed with exotic fruits and alien eyes shifting over every thi) Step further and actually ORDER that flighty fuck if an ex for your next dinner party and watch the non-something get boiled alive like a fucking lobster as they plead for you once more! (Note- the company does not promise the pleading to begging of any future meals as they savagely put them to the very u human and very public glamorized regularized death - literally- not even Marie antwenette can claim a fame this enticing and unnecessary!) (Almost as nauseating as the annual national dog slaughtering and bbq festival held in one of the post Asian districts on pre mobilized earth, just a hop skip and a time travel ticket away and you can watch as they Cooke these bizarrely human looking things- once shaved1 from the neck down- motherfuxking cooked at the stake. The still full of life eyes gleam as flash photography lights up the competitors like fire. Yum

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