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Homogenized talks of lobotomized thoughts seemingly lifeless amongst an elevator skyscraper skyline backdrop window crop. Another mundane Monday dawns upon another lustless billowy dusk. A twilight in the midst speaks upon you indefinitely. “This is your Team Leader speaking to you for you as per the Central Computer. You as a diluted pollutant, grease of the cog, man of the machine. Tonic up on your preferred Imperial Delirium Serum. Hypnotic are you not.”
Behold the toxic screensaver for the mind to keep us blind. Your favorite Pop-Culture false prophet. A brother from another mother. Toxic enema for the 21st century enigma. A revolution in revelation. Behold, your best friend, your dream, your wisdom, and your life. Behold and be held. Warm within its glow. Shine upon its glory. Oh Shrine O’ the Lord of the conglomerate Christ. TV is life.
Tivo your life. Bootleg your dreams.
We are the cattle being paddled with a gavel down the shadow of an ass-hole on a pay-per-view channel.
On another channel there is a show about time, space, God and pants. You see folks God’s pants were created by angels and are made of the infinite fabric of all space. Time is a fart in the pants of God. Travel through the fabric of God’s pants. Embrace the divinity of ultimate supreme creation. That dick all mighty. Free yourself form the spiritual condom of your existence. The immaculate contraception is force at hand and strong at will. Together let us focus and change the channel on the corporate remote of cognitive cancer. Lets change our lives. Lets change our minds. Lets change God’s pants.
i always wonder what you think when we just sit in the room quiet (no homo) i see some of it brother, but youre on a higher level than me alot of times, really deep extra kinetic prostetic shit.
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yo thats all truth,
but peep it step up to my booth, the current situation only stagnates the populous’ self-help. stationally situated within earth’s current dimension of hell.
heathenus screens that scream falsity silently. Moving untrained eyes from interested to bewildered and gaping wildly. Its all mildy interesting dimensions for minds to get lost while fishing. Corporate colors colliding and confiding in a trained youth.
Programmed and stamped by the man, told to go to school, catch a tan, and taypor your time away, pay taxes, and wait for that day. Doomsday. some say that time has past, ww2 was terrible, did you get that fax? The Jewish tax was just a test run, they had some fun and focused on mind control to better their strong hold. No regime has changed, its still all the same, except exceptionally hidden within forbidden dens of change. Depending on the home range; you can see the lens change. Glare up with a media touch-up
and tele-prompted bluff. While ya’ll sitting at home eatin up this stuff.
Dope article. Words, flow, idealism erything is dope. manipulation is dope too. — keep it up you got sick style.