So, an obesquiousness.
Marvin the Martian, the marshall of this court. He is just dancing.
Just dancing.
Move your hips from side to side, match your shoulders up and down.
See you, all you have been doing is dancing my friend, you know all the numbers accuring on a screen. Then there is the atmospheric data we can never quantifi. While the troposphere is now electrically charged to control the eye, with AI.
And you have all that money in the bank sir, you need to shoulder some hominin responsibility.
And all you have been doing is dancing my friend.
Hey so you see that guy, my friend over there, that man, a fish headed man with a flipper for a hand. He is wearing his tuxedo, looking sharp walking bipedal.
He can hold a knive with that flipper of a hand.
But his flipper its too short to slap you, he ain’t got the reach. What is my friend doing, see him over there.
Walking bipedal.
He is tapping his foot now mate.
My goodness, is he cutting off a hand because of his flipper?
No, no I think he is just cutting through sand mate cutting through sand.
I mean he is looking so sharp with his squinty eyes, wearing his tuxedo. Walking bipedal.
That fishhead man, with a flipper for a hand.
“No, I cant see him, I need to show you this device, it shall sure every vice, make you feel nice”.
Well you ain’t my buddy then guy, not even my guy non-friend. Do you not see we need holistic evolution above the ocean tree?
You gotta see that fishheaded man, my friend, looking sharp with a flipper for a hand.
You see him over there, looking sharp wearing his tuxedo.
That fishheaded man.
Flipper for a hand. Walking bipedal.
I love that man, he ain’t from a can.
He is a regal man.
Was he made in Japan?
Maybe he is just cutting through sand, just cutting through sand.
Ah, maybe he just got a bad hand of cards.
Maybe that man is me.
You have to accept, ongoing minority control. Those who govern the masses still plagued by the prussian blue. Falling on technocracy, engineering an electrical prison diachotomy. 2D data grabs of individual hominin to fit the bill, scrambling brains neural pathways. Then taking away peoples ability to be, ontology, while enforcing a method of data extraction for expansion of the industry, oncology.
What kind of industry in is your device? That shall make everyone feel nice.
Not one that allows freedom of thought to grow.
Humans can no longer just sit and sew.
Without the wirr click.
Wirr click.
Accept the quantum entanglement you created.
The quantum entanglement is an energy itself you cannot harmonise with everything sir. The pain of what we are.
Then the looney tunes you all really got stuck in a loop this crypt nonsense to harmonise badbadnot good.
Acceptance you want to feed the beast. Of anger and hurt of squashed meat amongst metal. Started with a press.
So we try to consolidate a narrative through this platform. WordPress.
So, you see feeding off a racial disharmony to feed an ongoing problem. Untangible to many. To take the iron, the quantum computational ability of hominin, through electrolosis and a grid eye. To “fuck them into atoms”. Breaking them into anger anguish confusion before death does not contribute to the issue only exacerbating the agony that already exists. We cannot exist as a disabled nation for you to continue the mess. Please recalibrate your direction, that furthers feed infection.
You try control the problem with any ideas you can access online, a desperation you have shown me in my short amount of time. To pull people in with some computational capability because of your grief of what you did at sea. To solve the haunting.
A problem that cannot be solved through perpetual pathogens.
Harmony, is fleeting. Friction always provides some growth yet to industrialise to order a taking of iron and nitrogen from living. In a desperation, how you have contaminated the royalty.
A mercury hooked parasol, the tear of a clown. A shard of broken glass with an eye. No more pain into the untangible. Sire.
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