i'm sinking like stones, all that we fall for...
it's like concrete, certain, and absolute.
space is so massive, one billion, to the thirty thousandth power, not slight diminished.
thinking it over, it's like computing all of life's problems, and concluding that it's about as ridiculous as MTV's Cribs. A universal laughable matter, like Snooky and her Oompa Loompa ego/skin/fashion.
If that doesn't make sense, then I'm just going to play Super Nintendo in the receptacle bay.
What is the probability of me staggering onto any sort of reason and rhyme. I need a paranoid android to sort out the algorithmic passive yet pragmatic aspects of life. A mind better than google, but more secretive than the CIA.
The truth is, we live in a beautiful world. A super structured highway wont pass through the minds of the blind, unless they are willing to have operation. Gleaning towards a five paced fashion. And what I mean by that is things are completely unpredictable. Lose yourself in the music, the moment, you want it-never let it go. Then, Eminem gets out of rehab, and you see the totality of depravity, and how much we completely overlook and idolize panhandling of shortcomings and sexual drug abuse.
It's worse than mixing up species.
But the truth is, I'm still completely determined, if that makes sense?
It's all jib jab, nothing of context, but everything of Billionaric status. We don't own the midwest anymore, no more pajamagrams or cut flowers, or sugar cookies, no matter how great the icing is.
I just realize, that the truth is, not any inch of this makes sense, except by me. I'm no ninja, just a wild oven riding in the juxtaposed personification of desert island, making daiquiris and public radio. Slim Jim, snap into is and do some damage. My glory computer is bleeding------shut up Eddy!
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