Sanity check, one two three.
Fig nuts with butter.
Positive attitude with angst.
Incoherence with betrayal.
Chocolate iodine and cheeze wis.
Spell check for the FAIL.
All the patterning in the world will not save those who are against it. You can't mix iodine with butter. If you take 4 parts ritilin, and add it to repetition you get over prescribed hype. The boring suitors of the world unite. They form a tri-force. They join a gang. They like to talk, and the talk is all trash. Discuss the things that interest you without the capability of remembering what it was you were talking about.
It's not that I don't find you the most interesting person in the world, it's that you exude addictive chemicals. Self-censoring irony goes to defeat one's mind and way of life. I can't say the things I think because of worldly structures created to prepare for the mind-fuck apocalypse.
The agony of unrealized utopia is a bitch. You won't find it in your mama's training.
Depression versus utopia.
Depression started out with false idealistic dreams, and so did utopia. Utopia said fuck it I want a drink.
Hot sex is the best addictive formula you can buy. I highly recommend it. Next time you go to the store, tell them you're looking for hot sex. They'll most likely tell you that it's not for sale at this location, but large quantities are kept in stock. Next time, word what you want with fabrications and hair spray.
Get bored, go make something, make it with zest.
If you're straight and want a penis, I could probably make a recommendation... several if needed. Satisfaction guaranteed.
FacT: MIT students don't have sex.
Why the fuck are you reading this you freak? Go get a room somewhere.
Introversion without collusion is a bitch. You see the vibe, you run away.
Sing, dance, blather on, have no recollection of rhyme or reason, feel some sort of insipid cynic driving a clown car.
let me out for one big sigh
i see it all for one big lie
it's not desire for to die
but all for sweet delicious pie