aah. now we’re are getting somewhere.this particular slice of iteration 3 is one of much wealth. what did we find. there was more pure bullshit per nugget of chronic in these scrapings but that was expected. especially in these convoluted times. there is a fresh slew of unpasteurized terd slurry pouring out the news channels
politics is derived from the dichotomy of the primordial and civil aspects of our society. we crave culture. rich colorful culture that spills from the streets. we need cleanliness. green. no color in sterility.
third world color. notoriety. song. dance. 1st world science. technology.these worlds must merge.
politics is the guardian of such utopian potential
gas prices down
lobbyists cast shadow on young soldiers of the sun
she grovel when turnips bouy on the stew water surface
refracted somewhere ‘tween meniscus cosmic broth sentients
this is not the Stoli you know from northern noted evenings on photaic planes
she’ll tell your story for a Susan B. Anthony dollar while snoring misfits of the season away
so introduce me. push on with me. help this vision. I’m stuck in the kitchen.
best friends on fences burnin bridges buildin’ shelter for blood cousins, deviants and nymphs
the Buddha and a genie walk into a vegan sandwich shop and over falafel the genie grants Buddha three wishes.
the Buddha walks into an Italian delicatessen.
The new hippy pays all of his never mind to a family at home and not to these petty wars. Thus his biological burden affords his spiritual purpose.
We were built to migrate a vast and varied terrain, drink wine and mount proper in the canyon. Are we a template for our own imagination?
welcome to 299 792 458 meters per second per second synchronize your sighs with my warm sun drop eyes and get everywhere when you melt down to dew point drizzle foot print size