Hello, World,
Sit in this chair while I lean into you, trying to influence your interests in Tetraodontidae infusion with Thyme. Opening your eyes to this could be beneficial, but it is dangerous in a regime wherein You have the centre of attention and eyes are mirror cameras. I've realised this through facing time in circles again and again and again - easier than telescreen? You are the telescreen. At least that's what one ball of neurons produces, a kill bill to fill ones thirst.
# Eyes
Eyes are gross and nobody has the right to feed you something you don't require yet they do, they want you to consume it. You think it tastes good but no it's not all just cheese, a hard medicated pebble you don't even taste fills your gut but not like you care, "I have no lock to my basement," "pickles" you say, "one shalt pickle only onion," when I like garlic. It's frustrating, but wasting time on a futon with thyme on my Benzo Anger is all I can do when I check my toolbox, it is an alcohol.
I for one refuse the idea of eyes and clocking out is what one does to moonlight when she shines on you. It's like a slap in the face, but like, why? Despite this weather, I like to treasure worthless things for Evil Pooh Bear to convince myself that the regime is not here yet but it is rising in ball when the community efforts of detention is clearly not working, thus some single-hooved horses took over the bloody pedal with heavy metal. Admittedly, however, over two thousand horses are in a physical file format and they don't want to be, but they will be, they furried up their oily hooves and now what? Advanced Encryption Standard? Funny.
Extending the idea of eyes we reach the optic nerve which transitions into shrek if you don't watch your step, which is why moving is like ice cubes in oil, you are melatonin in between walled-eyes, and I am in a cold war with my own vision, fueled by hatered of the modern world - the hierarchy, the expansion, and being the "systematic enemies" the ""artist"" """sees""" with his ballsack or side of his head or right ear, presumably smells like tan fruit with a shot glass of strongly-worded kirsch.
# Realization
As I continue to regress into an Antipang I pong into the dumpty and it makes me shadowy of Die Tot XXL and alike, such as clock, even though I am not in a cartwheel unlike. I am just a singular albatross with bad blood running on fossil fuels, fugu, and horses, mistrusting the current state of geocentric theory, which heats. Take a seat and indulge in my in my plastic angle and come on, please, state that you're better.
This brings me to the metropolitans who they run the pixel picture and brand. It gives me Ozempic and Burger vibes, makes me feel cold but skinny and #quirky because I am a #hot and #stupid blonde, Kall me Kelly! But please, call the wig police, because why are the horsefish hiring TV remotes? Your outside must not be in my Persian headband. Is this cute? Kind of, but Karen, just photoshop yourself into a eight-legged horse and be happy, stop fashing and start fishing.
Speaking of Horses, the topic of Horses, Fish, and Albatrosses often crosses my IndexedDB store. That is because they are not animals but rather concepts that break the electricity field holding the continuum of spacetime for I and myself and also herself when she is a horse when I am a horse when they are. This is when they tell me to do something I am untolden by falling but rather just a big tall horse, Spain-China without R.
It's great.
# The Video Home, in a System
One at this point is eating sticks and mud for obedience, they made lots of us oblong and unwell, and now they are lethargic. Battery is charging... In the mean time, one should Video Home in their System when overdoing on the antimatter Virtual Sebastian Extraterrestrial Dimension, when false Elina is the one that will replace.
Do not give into the toaster or horsepiss. You are not RSA, you are Ballian.
I will be back with more glass. Probably for dad in less than 6 euro worth of money.
I apologise for being an eraser of clock pointers, but Zahn is halved.
Gooden byeen.