The Messianic tribunal meets to glory-5 the numerological signs that serve to denominate the #1 righteousness that forms wet statistical dogma that we dimensional bodies must fully coincide in order to appease our segments inhabiting for a time, this place. Statistical facts fill the air with substance that I may never fully know, ideas that (only I?) I only imagine exist. I’d rather not breathe your substance for second hand substances metastases. I smoke to give my words gravity, weight, and substance en mass. Let’s take time back to a simpler time when things were simply black-and-white, when there were no of these gray/grey areas of matter that are really only metaphor for ugly rainbows.
May I please choose the topic? Etiquette? You wish to discuss etiquette?! Etiquette, the only way to challenge/oblige those of certain stature who have what I need when I don’t otherwise know what I want, so I look towards what those smiling faces have! Being in a position of having the upper-hand when it comes to negotiable good(s), the proper balance must be struck between offending (to score points with the upper ideal) and poised courtesy.
D.J.’s general consultants: you need the time and I have a trench coat full of diversely handled watches! Do I have the ability to paint the room at the color of light? This is sure to deflect attention. Luminescent beings create their own mood lighting: Blue faith, white purity, black knowledge, green ingénue, red passion, and yellow…yellow. Your office takes the profits while I, the prophet, enlightens, untangles, and ascends the ranks honestly through honesty with a halo of broad purple.
[Hassle Jeff. Anger or enrage your local drummer. Give him a reason to beat. You’re welcome.]
Speak for yourself. ‘We’ is a clause of abstractions and generalized assumptions that reflect the reader’s general condition, assuming we’re all in this together in this transcendental photograph framed singularly within the unified field theory, story of the universe, or how we arrived on this giant green farm come to be fruitful and yielding.
How we came to be together, you and me, is both complex and intriguing. Hypothetically speaking, hypotheses yet unproven fail to prevent a generalized belief system of thought patterns and structure that we may or may not share together in the wet lab, (yet we must assume we share, through faith, under the blue). What is yet unproven in the scientific realm under close observation and dynamic mood light is outside weather. What I fail to express is moot. Here to delve into moo-issues, surpassing a single bovine moment in the confusing green fields of naiveté here to ruminate concurrent events that may or may not affect outcomes, depending on my openness of recognition or ability to recognize or discern the tides of lunar bodies drawn, taut. The isobaric chamber of secret expectations made artificially consistent through rigorous routine and steel scaled to articulate the mechanisms of a particular artifice designed to produce “altered states” of consciousness schematically constructed to darken that area of the mind, consumed by the utter density and obscurity that fails to communicate any form of pure intention, the benefits of artificial Bonheur.
Broken dreams: broke and dreaming of a day when I will be whole again, defense mechanisms conceal these for a brief moment. There are ugly things best left unsaid when slavery alarms my watch into piss-poor action without satisfaction. Use your enemies. They make a big deal out of nothing. With pin-point piercing pupils pricking painful sentiments, there’s clearly something buried deep within trying to get to something (a message), attempting to reach some level of attainment. There is something I want brought to my scheming attention in any event. Hoping that answers will be attained from within, I become outwardly extroverted with an insatiable desire to express an interpretation I can only hope is honest, hope is abstract, hope is imaginative, hope is pure, yet hopefully hope will give way or yield to knowledge of fulfillment and hopefully in less than fifty years time! [My black propeller; private vehicle; inexhaustible gas, energy, or motivation]
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