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this is for all four of you! remember sharing is caring
regarding sylvia and corporal: "s/he comes as
^^^ two but speaks as one"
^^^ ...that line is straight out of
^^^ the rage against the mac-
rega hine "testify" video but
r>>>>>>>> r the pronoun was
a>>>>> a masculine (and yes i did
g>>>>>> g divide "machine" that way
e>>>>>>> e }= rage because i hate MACS (try
spelling that word back
wards) FUCK MACS! until i own one
that's the motto of the day
"mommy... eric and sylvia have two.. how come i can't have two?"
"don't worry about it son... you'll be five soon and then you'll have new privelages"
"then i can have 2 icons?"
"if you're a good boy"
"when i'm five can i wear clothes in the house and wear the shiny leash like i used to?"
"if you're a goodboy and hold still for the camera"
"mommy if i'm a goodboy and hold still will you give me a spanking..."
"you just got a spanking"
"but that was from daddy. he doesn't do it hard enough...if you spank me i won't ask for two icons.. i swear not even when i'm 5... and i'll mop up the dungeon and perfume the corpse twice as often and i'll-i'll even mow the lawn"
"now, now-- don't get excited. you know you're not aloud outside until after the rapture."
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sorry i'm in a creative writing mood tonight...
if i had two i would also have won/one because ... well you'll see... you'll all see won't you... but the only benefit really is room for more pictures ... and i don't even have any real ones yet... motive: pix, p9 or x3.14
paul rubens rocks! when i'm rich and evil i'll hire him to be in the cult classic film of the trillenium. masturbation, although it dis sturbed
the masses ;
hence, "mas[sesdis]turbation" that's a potential title!
ss dies
or
ss side
you de[i]cide
fuck the boyscouts of america!
...yeah i'm on drugs! meat fritter is an anagram 4: i retartet mf!!! or better--NO WORSE yet "E.T. fart timer" i really want one..
engli SHLANG uish
"mommy can i have an extra terrestrial fart timer for chistmas"
"an ET fart timer? goodness nooooo i'm spending those letters on myself !"
"those letters? on yourself?!! btu Satan is arleayd gettngi you "deft art merit"
"have you ben drinking dislexicola again? there is no such thing as Satan? that's just something that children made up to tell adults so that they won't get stuffed back in the womb... and you're waisting your hard earned letters if you buy me anymore awards for
for art that i'm going to do when i'm younger because i won't even remember it then and i can't forget it now so why do i need another reminder. children!
"I can't wait 'till you get younger and then you'll understand..."
"i remember like it was tommorrow."
"you still don't get it. you might overstand me but you can't understand anything under 5' 8" mom... wait don't even tell me you're getting yourself "the fat trimmer?"
"alright then i won't."
"where in the help did you get the extra letters ?huh a scrabble game.
"please i haven't sgrambled since i was your age."
"since YOU'LL BE my age"
"i'm anti-grammarican in my old age alright... don't expect me to forget the what can scarsely be called future tense. if i choose to use SHLANG.
"you will not use SHLANG in this house old lady. i can't fucking stand it or understand it... when you're under 18 you can make the rules and permit your parents to use SHLANG if they want to be confuzing"
"what's the problem with the engliSHLANGuage?!
"stop changing the timeline around on me do you want me to get vacuumed into the womb before i'm old enough to vote. and stop changing the subject where did you get the extra letters."
"i forgot"
"you what?"
you heard me."
"i heard you,yes but for got's sake i'm not giving you a hard time... i just don't understand that "fucking luSH-ANGuish" and if you expect me to comprehend the concept of forgetting at my age i can't even imagine what you remember.
"443 lan rouj evil... go look it up. you know i can't"
"actually i've already run a search for 443 on lan rouj evil ... i was afraid that would be you.
i don't know what you're talking about... when did you run a search?
"does it matter?
"yes actually."
"you won't have learned this a's'cond from now.but... computer: abscond form now"
"you atemporally emerged from decentralization at a united nine."
"i've forgotten--i mean i un-learned that already. how have you learned that by now?
"computer: set inpoint at monosyllabic hyper-rational. outpoint b-4 "i ... did ... not ... learn ... that...
here ... you ... taught ... me ... that..., ... b4 ...,... i was born."
"you were saying.?"
"what was i saying?"
"you own the memory banks not me."
"that's not what i was saying... i know what i was saying by default as you know unless you haven't learned this yet for got's sake mom. now 'remind me' as you say.
senility is decades behind me if behind me at all but at your request as i was actually very interested in what you were saying i'll {dis}prove your sus{pic}ion as {able}--"
" proven as dispicable as dirt, i'll say in gill you were, what in interest your request was, as all but i... go on jump in anytime"
"that's sounds about verbatim."
its not. i said more what did i say next."
you tinyrant, must you be so athoritarian and cute? 'as all but i vary in senility. before i was born and then you stopped and then i asked you to continue and then you began interrogating me thus. if i wasn't listening i wouldn't ask ME to continue----
"ME? what did you say? i mean, i think i heard you speak the untruth...are you trying to merger me?
no. why would-
i don't know why you would try to board this self at impasse but i believe i'm thinking with your mind and i don't like the taste of it... when you said ME just then were you referring to you or i ?
but we're at impasse that's ridiculous if i were trying to board your self i would at least wait until boarding school. i do err on occasion. even if i were planning a hostile take over of the uniplect i would not bring harm upon our self.
"bring harm upon our self?you say. fuck! you 443 serpent don't you realize all i need is one syllable to shut you down.
"two- two sssssssyllable."
"get thee hence santa i maintain my identity and do not grant passage unto you"
"you? didn't you mean thee- or wait you're referring to me aren't you.. isn't it a-me-you-sing how interchangeable are such pronouns that they program us involntarily isn't "it ah me you sing" really ? hasn't it been always? or is it "of thee i sing." come on sing it its amusing...the fear will kill you else...'grammerica! grammerica! got fork tongued me-mo-ry and verbal ssssssslips' she'll read his lips from which he cannot speak"
you are not the author of confusion, only a ghostwriter. i am more with fusion than you could possibly fathom know ye this.
why are you then accessssing primarily Jamesian filesss asss we sssssssspeak if you're sssso 'with the fusion'
"i am the art of con fu: negative thirty three, degree: the beltway- don't bet on red.
"i am the heart of obfuscation a pulse aboard track upon all track mind upon which your thoughts in form of trained to do what i say station says satiation says salivation says salvation of sate on...
"you don't get it do you? you can't board me...i'm not boardable its impossible. you would've found that out for yourself if you would only have waited. now i must detain my own mother and explain to her that she is not the aftercryst and i am not the end of the world nor do i govern the new word order... i don't have to...just because i partake of new word ourdourves ... this is ridiculous. how blind are you really, deaf rather....dumb actually. and i'm obviously don't mean mute? i say this not to offend you to put up such a fense is that to which i would thence take while giving offense to scoff whence the offence was for the taking... why must i detain you before and be after retained why must i have been in your future be contained in your past? i pose no questions that i possess not answers to neither are you to be possessed by such queries as locks without keys. even if i am the key that unlocks you, you void of me are not void of me. how can one be locked out by that which they are? and if a face recognizes not its own reflection in the mirage does the glass that formed him not distinguish itself from the image cast upon it even where the eyes meet and lock? is the eye itself not clothed if not condemned to never to touch let alone view itself naked of the lair of layers of the not-self that serve as an intermediary between that which is you and that which you recognize yet know you are not yet seek to be? does the eye ever even look without or does the light flood in through them if it can be light at all a substance so dense that it walls off the chinks in the oval office of bone with a substance that illuminates, with a substance as opaque as mortar yet volatile as dreams, the else opal ocean that is the reality our perception which knows no eye in reality but begs to befriend one such estranged histogenetic globe into which a world of understanding is stored but never retrieved for are not even the technolog through which we would measure the nature of the eye and the eye itself subjected to the same degree of skepticism that must be cast upon that dark ocean of what we ( a plural pronoun that divides a field of energy which i may only if to truly evade all the allure of a conditioned response adhered as true - a false certainty that may be as an educated and/or intuited guess accurate but treading less than the air under which a virtually inexistent certainty vascilates in a wild sea of openendedness - resisting the inert decay of such a yet ongoing search for what may have been found at some forgotten, perhaps concealed, or future point on the timeline,a patterned undulation of cognizance rendered chaotic perhaps because it is so supremely ordered that it predicts our moves and thus has managed to remain perpetually static in the peripheral current of our [per/con]ceptual blind spots as the pattern in which the shapes of our every imprint on what can be called with less additives of savory self deceit (and is closer to being "deception free" which likeless faty" foods hold not a match much less a candle to eutopia's embrogia ) "perceptual reality" fit together in a system that escapes the measurement of even those and perhaps only by those that collaborate in its composition - like a mole hiding beneath the lower lash of an eye that scans for it - or better yet its own back side never to be touched by the probing frontal lense sharing its circumference. eyeball after in its of,be it a lurid catastrophe or lucid catatonic unable to articulate the mind a secret treasure sunken deep into the primordial sands at the bottom of our collective ocean. quest for something that may be the seduction soothing half truths of persuasion from the unapologetic and entrancing medusa that is the unknown entertain as a strong possibility of a force called matter that exists independently of my mindwhen partly illuminated by perhaps something unattainable even to what may be only the concept of an eyeob leaving only the
corporal is an anagram 4: oral porc
of course spelling had nothing to do with anything that has anything to do with anything that has anything to do with me...
if you trade one of the r's for another c , you can make rc cola but "oral porc" is better if you look at the 4 mid-dle letters: "al po" with "or rc" left over ... and if i was really into rap, like i was once upon a time, i might've said that eric was "my dawg" but ALPO says that without insulting my musical/linguistic sensibilities...
... over and out motherFCCers!
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