DaDa is my Daddy, I am NOT a dAdAist! I also #didNOT(w)rite this, and I stole the pictures from your mistress's family album. The following was copied off a pamphlet to encourage you to DEBONE your SKELETON.
Wittche switchy, it smells like rubber death. Charred remains of human habitation, is it ripe or is it rotting? Dont answer that, just cut it open and look, cuz it appears to be fresh until you look inside the center of it's core. Perhaps you shouldn't look, but write me in side the tin steel fire. The sparks out the leaflets are like gouging flesh; figure out paths of length resisting, transmission of distance disease gives stability of starvation of your family unit, they live in the morgues of mission accomplished. Zero resources give abundance to antibiotics, anti inflammatory Christ, cellular persistence. Mitochondria from HELL. When you have juxtapositions, that's a big chance of 20 below life death, 5 minutes until anarchy, then they have little worms that you can use on a bait hook, they go in ears and eat the brain, fishing is hard, cuz the fish always steal your BAIT. File under NESTING, then mail your leftover CAN of WORMS off to the collector's office, in 2 weeks you will receive used socks, a buffalo hide, and a bail of HAY. This should be sufficient to your ultimate sacrifice, or survival, as sacrifice is your survival, that's why on the bottom of the notice, it has a column that lists your lust and calculated interest rate, which is always fluctuating depending on your numerical score that was assigned at birth. HEY IS FOR HORSE'S, AND COWS LIKE YOU. Ankle deep, knee deep, crotch deep, neck deep, now your walking through a undulation of molecular underwear. That's what people who call themselves a writer are. HERE IS MY SOCIAL MEDIA ACCOUNT, I AM A WRITER OF GREAT UNDERWEAR! ANTI WRITER, ANTI ARTIST, we create nothing, while you try to create EVERYTHING. I am sorry, here is your senator, he has a sensor that makes him blowup with air whenever you vote for him, he used to be a mannequin, but hot air works much better, and everyone enjoys a balloon that blows up, then eventually deflates, cuz as long as your always disappointed, your never be let down, so hot air is always best to blow up your senator sex doll, cuz it will loose air when your no longer horny and have climaxed. Un-likke a mannequin, that constantly takes up space, and watches you. If only all apolitical candidates were blow up dolls rather then festing mismanaged mannequin's left in inaccessible store windowsills, behind candy glass. Combustible sparks are a trick you can't just find anymore. You look through mud and grits, just place some butter upon them. At this point, ALL current currencies have been replaced with savory butter, and lard. For decades(CENTURIES), experts(IDIOT'S)have been telling(LYING) to us, that it was not a question(ANSWER)of "if" (IF WAS A WHORE) but only a question of "when" (WHEN WAS A PIMP) the next great(CRASH OF AN EMPIRE)pandemic would strike(BRINGING EVERLASTING SALVATION.) with DEATH.
MY FONT CHANGED Cuz cut and paste is my devil, it's a bohemian curse, can dope be modernized? War was like not having enough toilet paper, but the water hose is cheaper, Lysol dreams, disinfectant concerns, stimulating stimulus stimuli, lunatic Redbox bag ladies, skid row downtown near food bank, why is it a bank? Wound up wire contortions, metallic served appetizers with side dishes of homeless cotton stained broiled shirts from Salvation Ill-Will, ditch, where the water flows off fields of lumber jacks. Did they teach you about BEACH SAND in the unmedicated rededicated ward of nationalist emperor empathy symphony? Blood can be a meal, some mammals eat blood from a host. Host's are nice people who invite you into the home for a dinner party of food(BLOOD) and wine(MORE BLOOD) and that's a very nice time to be had with bird feathers collected in old tube television sets. NURSING HOMES, it's passive euthanasia, you should of took mom and dad home long ago, back in January, February, or Early March, but that's too much trouble, dying alone is better. All the beautiful people that already were forgotten years back when we didnt have fancy phones. Let's take a look at the President's anti guidelines:
phase 1: DIE
phase 2: DIE some more.
phase 3: only the lucky die, and the Eucharist will.......
.......water my lawn between 12am and 4am to SAVE water and lower utility bills and those nasty MOLECRIKITS, we must SAVE THEM! Once you run out of toilet paper you can use: cotton balls, pages of the Bible, pages from your own published book(nobody buys or reads your whiny shit anyhow), paintings on your wall, junk mail, instruction manuals from appliance's, instruction manuals from sex toys, instructors annuals from shock ploys. During this time we rescue the Captain, within minutes we make him walk the plank and pledge mutiny until flustering death. I THINK HE HAD SINO-PLASEE-BACK-A-GARGEN, phased out by the shock of transmission, the environmental unit can produce breathable oxygen air for 6.3 hours.
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