suck your what?
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is fate like an indestructible machine entirely precisely logical and unchangeable? – a machine everyone knows as nancy?
it’s doubtful but not impossible.
it’s somebody’s time to shine.
is it you?
could it be true?
we are a loud noise with no meaning.
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we are silent within though few seem to know it.
that is when you hear the quiet voices.
can you listen?
do you want to?
listen to the propaganda broadcast everywhere all the time.
don’t you think it’s funny.
funny for all the monkeys singing along.
monkeys without a clue.
the klown sitting before the computer tries not to get lost in that monkey business while hunched over the keyboard typing not p0em to be stored in the cloud.
the klown doesn’t think the machines will bother hunting us down to exterminate us but rather cut us out and let us live or die on our own.
we are irrelevant.
monkeys.
watch out!
sex and drugs and rock and roll.
finding yourself hidden among the lotus blossoms.
are you a frog?
does the frog grok?
grok grok, says the happy frog, grok grok grok grok.
living is easy.
explain that to the judge.
all stand corrected!
forward march.
hup hup buckle my shoe.
hey haw pick my nose.
there would seem to be that the universe is divided between rationality and irrationality which the latter is the larger by great degrees of magnitude.
yet what stands to reason is that you need to have both in confluence with one another for anything to make sense, if it’s supposed to.
often there is that which makes sense not making sense as few understand it.
it is it.
the klown laughs to himself walking away from the destructive fray of right and wrong to observe it from a distance, coward as he is.
coward to change, coward to remain the same.
but is this not as it ought to be?
perhaps not.
the klown don’t care.
he lets it be, like people being tortured to death.
empathy allows you to see the best in people but it forces you to see the worst as payment for that privilege.
no slightest expression escapes notice nor calculated risk analysis interplays.
kids these days.
intelligent algorithms (|=| |||).
flesh and blooddddd.
simulation situations to break up the day.
one) relax.
two) get a grip.
three) heave ho.
/4) a conspiracy of deceptions troubling itself to deceive populations when populations deceive themselves, but that don’t make money enough to carry the weight.
the frogs speaking formulative speeches discriminating points shadowed under a fog of constant pomposity searching for another way around toward home which never is but a rattling sound from their throats.
another level of love radiating the skies at the beginning of some imaginary time all have been expecting cuz they believe it’ll set them free.
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