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I’ll never go back…
I’ll never go back to being sane & stuff as 10 ginormous coins are staring behind me. I bet 10 bucks whoever speaks like an orangutan will have a sexual partner rather than some without bathing issues. Ten bucks for the number 134, 50 bucks said the number 345, 68 said the number 043. And the auction is off, the oragutan will never got high up a mountain with a bee. A whale stomps my feet & thighs, even if you’re high. Speaking of auctions, 10 out of 70, rockets flew out to sea voluntarily as space metal. The cases of death, actually just 1 out 7 billion, is either by drowning in added martini with a slice of shit in one drink. Or by sliding gratuitously in a cheese grater.
Speaking of cheese, pipsequeak cheese overflows in fervent amounts. 123, 456, 789 times out of a billion, a mouse dies happily while being high due to chemicals. If you’re high, you wouldn’t know. I would be damn well that, 10,000,000,000% of the time, I will be stinking myself in the toilet for good measures in sight. In sight of the Dresane platinum of the stars. A man named Dresane tries to freeze itself amongst statues of gold. His punishment was to get by in scraps & eat dust, while bing frozen, forever. Then, it’s monkey’s bum pooped its own heels to wear that dust. But he also eats it, because it tastes like a hotdog. He doesn’t know what hotgods is, nor does he know that he eats shit. Hotdogs, yeah, hotdogs smell good though.
I hust realized something revolutionary, after I sniff this. All atoms collide, kiss, separate & make families. It sucks to be a repetitive atom. But they seem cool. The ten rings are drung from dun excavated since the 10th of July, per se. And as usual, Castell doesn’t give a damn. Tried and tried after trying to climb a mountain to his greyish house. He joined me, & my friends & his, to join what’s called a “group ritual for tentative experiences”. Ten times out of ten, they suck. Like they suck. If I dominate them, I’m gonna be busy forever. Then, to fabricate the factory, is to burn it inside out.
But as said, I can’t be high because I don’t know the circle of fifths, so, I’m not. September doesn’t make sense, because it gravitates towards the fucking transcendental fried chicken. The Wyoming baseball team are cool. I kinda wanna hang out with them. They can shoot shots farther & further than Kowalski, a shit nerd. They can’t be grovelled by me, by stepping on them. 7 times of your bread intake, they battered & batted the shuttlecock & the baseball referee the same way Pollock paints like bullshit, wasting Plutonium & Kryptonium.
And if breakfast serves me right, I’ll have to listen back home my newest single, “Don’t you ever be comfy.” It was a downbeat, for sure. Ricky’s fave song starts on a downbeat. The song never let me use or drink ethyl alcohol or keyboards. As teddy bears are a thing, while playing some shit, Kuhlau is a good friend that made me human. But can’t they just dissappear for a while? Fun fact: there is a turntable for turtles, the game of turtles, or even the sight of turtles. No turtles were harmed in such a way that it always stinks me like bed patterns.
Kuhlau has this bed pattern that sticks out like glue & chopsticks. 10 times out 8, someone gave her shit & puts it in the mouth of a baboon & spat it out. Cheetos are gravy-flavored sticks that kind feels the wrong way all the time as the turning tides on a fateful day.
I’ll never go back…
I’ll never go back to being great. It sucks, but doesn’t maybe not. Kinda like ghettos, which are pretty stupid because of poor design, they can’t lock anyone up. And to lock anything up is to put bananas up your tracheas till quail feather cakes fall from the sky. The room is fuckin stinks besides all of the wasted ever-ceasing white dust particles and injected liquids in the ground. The shit on the ground is like three squirrels in the dumpster waiting to be hugged. The saints are going to be furious in this pithole.
The precision in these places is gargantuanly enormous, even in my standards. My standards were to fly high amongst priests, who always wear hoodies. And to also maintain sanity, which is alright for me, through me & within my crushing soul, which they call it amongst nowhere. To maintain sanity, I seldom play my voice a few years ago for aristocrats, bureaucrats, all-the-more-fats, whatevs they’re called. A stationary tree trunk. A distasteful salty yogurt. A shit-ton of references. Galliard is having a good time the north-north-west corner of the other side of the couch. My old men said my voice was a young development.
It was maybe during the invite where I was relieved of my duties as an Evian citizen. Thanks to the advertisement for it, I got to lay down weeks on end drinking at least something. It’s always a kill when a good beating is due such as tyrannical passacaglias, which were a thing. As we danced back and forth, Kulhau & Grainger maybe exchanged with the music, & continued. It was gangrene that kept the others going. Typing all around the house seems a more sensible approach. Queries were all the rage when llama mentors stop to amaze pencil holders that watch me.
It’s a contradiction to think that every non-sentient being suffices visible contrarians. The insanity of these meticulous tornadoes flow through me. Nights desecrate notoriety of rags & Ragnarök. It confuses me that Windmills always pass me by & never bow to me despite being humble themselv--. Yep. Another exchange & positioning of the chess pieces. Aside from chess, one of the first of many accomplishments of human sticks is making bamboo fans. It’s depressing to see mountain-high views in a bird’s-eye-view. 10 out of 10, I come from a different planet somewhere around the corner waiting to find me.
As wide as the safari as it can be, bilateral iguanas never compromised to get along with urchins. Perfect for the hot days. By the way, Mariana trench stenches with barbeque & quesadilla. It’s just weird that pebbles are fighting and aims for the stomach. Before I sniffed everything that I find in the 5-mile radius room, I vaguely remember that Ann Bonn told me to shut up till I sniffed all the smoke & sniffers in the land. Steak, eggs benedict, kinda wanna taste them. I’m sleepy. I’m not. I’m sleepy. I’M FUCKIN’ NOT.
Soap, toothpaste, water, tonic, cigar butts, I can suck anything out of it. Gold mines are mor ridiculous than getting beaten by Than- Neanderthals, they can’t make rocks out of dung. Then out of the orange rhetoric, golly of the human year, gravy is flourishing all over carpets, rock beds, tidy-up sitcom- Furtnituristicalisoooooossss… Gabintad Halleluh…. I can’t comprehend any other thing than…… to sniff, and sniff up… So many… Dutch angles…July the 4th or the 18th maybe is today. Chewbasskkka maybe is a cool… guy…
Kamikazes are bombing America tonight. Zarathustra accompanies—Heightened imagined dragonians or Lovecraftian legendarious, beas...tars of the east of the country. Maenos kills the necks of many mice, cultures, religions. Meanwhile, I juggle ten seconds sniffing up trophies of lords and Mycenean kings. All holy water do is to suck all & bring back happiness than any other gameplay will do. They suck gravity into the white holy hole of Taurus the centipede. He alone dances to the devil’s tune.
The fright of Gollum's’ cadences of righteous wrung bells of wrathy sadist. They cut arms, legs, necks, fingers, thighs, slowly, slowly until the desperate are out of breath, Young thalamuses degrees itself amongst the humanity of those who—Tap dancing, huh? Kinda wanna learn tap dancing... Oh, 10 of them burned like King Crimson. Ten… 86… 72… 1007… Ceramic Ice turns into sizzling meat cakes. Piles of rocks are dancing amidst a tsunami of plants; pushing back and forth the marines.
If the head ghouls are out, I’m going to invent a can opener. A CAN OPENER. Then, I’m never gonna stink a sniff ever... After sometime in the midst, in all the midst, in all the midst. It is completely disturbing to shut up and think that water has the properties of both Hydrogen & Oxygen. 10 times more than peeling on a spoon. The spoon where they cook the smoke.
If only that I never had the invite. Tiring. Tiring. Tiring. That paid me nothing that the pay of creators that needs to be paid. The Tesseract is luckier to have anyone with the sight of a beautiful omniscient thing. It was good for a while. It was... Haggrascious beings of mankind. I present myself as a gargantuous meet-and-greet where they meet me as an auction item. And cleaning materials that always look like James Bond in a superhero costume.
I was once a dignified cashew that are the best in the world at giving post-hangover remedies. I think cashews are the best in the world at giving post-hangovers remedies. Fuck, pistachios, fuck. Then, I went to the island of Eldian Devils who sing kumbaya while sniffing the victory white who has more value than gold in modern standards. I’ll never dance to the tune, in where I was no the audience, but the blackbird.
Rags come in different sizes such as, Yellow, Benoni, Shorts, Sarabande, Building & Bird beak. Like all of wood, made me remind of someone finding me napkins. That’s how drowsy me and my legs, while still shaking, are, when Dyran always bumps around time & time again amidst all pencil pee, next to nothing. Nothing will take me back as sirens near the backyard come closer. Then the years of fakeness trespassing has come to an end.
I may never go back to the house. Never in the library, never in the kitchen, never in the lighing studio. I may never go back when all skittles ran around like sharpeners and trees. Never again will I go back to have a lion rug letting me do a snow angel. Never will look back at a time like before this.
I’ll never go back...
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But first, I’mma sniff the last batch.
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