i still believe in anarchy)-well . . and there is a question as to where we stand , and so then , how does one find themselves trading in the actions in a roulette to make a quick buck , it seriously feels like a job and so the song goes , my mother knows why im still caving in after the ballot turns to a landslide , perhaps i dont like pretending but i never give a way for action , especially when confronted with a question that would slump those with the capacity to capture it , henceforth the back and forth , and without distractions . . so then the momentary caper and notice , perhaps it is dmso snd those jacked up sailors want that agony to subsist of marlboro malice that parts away with the religious aspects of the wild west and cartoon-like gangsters parish with the sex and the violence on set and on the silverscreen , all to watch the confusimg moment they all rob the cargo and kidnap the wives . .
Attending an audit for a part time machine , seriously looking around to see who else can see the matrix of vertical symbols in green and wondering if they can change the font or the color . perhaps it appears to be an unjust combination of symmetrical shapes and sizes , but the rhetorical aspect can only seem to be benign , or sordidly candid , due to the human aspect of repulsion in every aspect of human interaction , that can really just be a situation that has only been bled out of some exploit without an actual facture in symmetry or by some way parallel to a sense of fiction within some surrealist clause , as if the nighthawks painting could talk . .