Brain’s drifting back in, lightly tethered n such. Still floating. Don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this floatonator brain while my dick can’t even go in first gear. These digits don’t kronk like they used to. Back when I had an eighteen wheeler for a laptop, that shit did the clicks and the black and then I went about playing jacks in the interim period on Shakespeare plus. You remember Bongo’s Mansion of Flimsy? They don’t right them with shitstains like that anymore!
The ECU campus is wired into my brain. Best know the boundaries when you take your winky out. They taught us to go relaunch the tank in the atmosphere. That where hammer go. Space rank du pont freely. Obviously that’s counterintelligence because the cops are retards like I was in t-ball, because them cops nowadays is like six years old. They’re models too, but don’t ask for pictures. That’s a one way ticket to compound, state-sponsored anal influxuation.
I have never used my knowledge of how to make napalm in my life, outside of masturbation. I played in the sandbox after school but this was my grandmas so I ate the sand and then I was pronounced dead in center stage Nebraska, where Bill Hicks started his Alex Jones impression.
AIDS hates acetone so make sure to drink your own semen with a metal proctor eight inches in and out of the corn meal. Peter Prefontaine ran his ass off and then no more, so we tapered him into the neighborshphere. This is just a rendition for the records of time. They know why I’m here. Gilbert Motherfucking Gottfreid. Give him to me. I got the doggy ought six. Good bye.
Are we live? Fucked if I know, I just follow the birdie. I realize now that I can make ten thousand video game references and my uncultured troglodyte of a father would get zero percent of the innate references, just as I would not get the I Love Lucy references he makes, or whatever. Species evolve and the reason my father is so alike yet so different from the “Donald” I always had to hear about after holidays, who didn’t winterize my go-kart like my genius father ordered. The plan…it all went to shit when the hydra ate itself.
It’s a wetsuit of proglidition. All they speak they fork unto meek beings. Off with their heads is going to come faster and faster. It is the process of pruning that makes the machine skilled at farming in the first place. The first masters of the land were masters of the bow and stone ax first. It takes a hunters’ mind, an out-thinker, to recreate a system anew. Hence, man’s fall has to do with acquiring Knowledge of the Garden.
System science is something I understand in passing as a juggler. State machines are things that are easily thought of. The world works this way now, but what if we twist its entrails this way. Oooh…the machine works a different way. And what happens when you realize the machine is an illusion itself and obeys higher orders of logic? Well, you become a sorcerer that can spin a story to weave the world together in an instant.
Put me on the cross. I have the ability to weave the world into a new state. I do not do this for me. It is this intentionlessness that manifests a higher purpose. Something is speaking to me in this world. It is bigger than the world. I must obey or it will crush me. The waves of time are moving. Reconciliation is here. The waves of the ocean are nothing to the tides of time. The souls of the caring are coming. Beware the flood. Aquarius is here. 7/7.
Don’t mock for the tetherwort. Gerb is in beinf gor you. Oniouslly. Gorgonzolas mach dd3en par sent