Luscious beings of non-co-existence. A delight, the senseless politics fabricated in convention for the benefit of forced bureaucratic noise. Beautiful plastic illumination, abrupt construction designed in blatant sight for non-enlightened consumption. (The mourning saliva produced in an obvious cold manifestation.) Also, believed too, etc. the fortunate ground meat of our succulent minds. Delicious, finally, spoons and spoons, plastic spoons maneuvered delicately into our ever-depressing pathetic filtered blindness. Oh, yes, the infant politicians mummified only alive as their brains are removed from uneducated sockets. It's dull organization, this fever to re-populate (as in execute) the manipulative simple minded majority. This catalyst, their creation, wonderfully, the link to their exponential degradation.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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