Empty thoughts , empty words. What is there to be excited by in this world. It's all great cause it's so normal. I feel so real I am ultra normal. Do they want to paint me as a Super Predator!? The kings of predation, that tingling sensation.
Certainly not gollied by gizmos, relax, elbows akimbo or be bimbo. I crave Vulgar Christianity where you're not afraid to say the f word on the pulpit!
That emp pulse wracked my nervous system. The 9 month media black out has got me gone fish'n'. In the mood for the mood music that has got me twitch'n' . Stick to my wits as my dreams are not in that dark pond of half-hearted well wishing.
Being singled out, booed out, from manic brain washed family dis-members. Solitary warped robots of a cheap sort of domesticated freedumb. These one size fits all treatments must cease, the over hypernormalized individual consumer numbers with a cartoon avatar face, the real person fades into a grey cloud crowd, displaced. Cornered your mind is set on fire or erased. What's left is a fiction of zeros and ones, a mythological disgrace!
Oh my!l What A travesty!
A social creature with a real need to belong, will not sacrifice themselves to be part of a faked out fantasy. They try to treat the kid as an empty vessel.. It hurts you more than it hurts me... This is not my destiny.