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gnosisI think its obvious by now that the residents and Dick Cheney are the five Illuminati Primi who secretly control the world. tomorrow will be different right Dave? Aren’t we all champions of that?

A group calling itself the ‘California People’s Suicide Insurgency’ has claimed responsibility for last months tragic incident where a train collided with a truck on the tracks; the group’s spokesperson stating that, “Had this happened in any other country, there would be terrorists clamoring to claim responsibility. While the ‘CPSI’ are not terrorists, we are just very, very sad, and this will be a nice addition to our burden.”

It’s healing now but left some paralysis in small area my left side. I think it was a right brain thing?

What’s the trouble, what’s the season?

Paul Harvey, reading out of the ‘Anarchist Cookbook’, flips Mini Cooper crashed and i am devastated doesn’t everyone think about the abyss but whats the rush?

Vertigo. Oblivion.

I keep checking the news for the Apocalypse. Goodbye to anyone that scrolls. Happy Valentine day where ever you are, white robe and disco planetary implementation of post modern sagacity, one can upload different versions of emotional effects for special occasions.

For instance, a stun gun set on 3.1428571428571425871 will affect a person’s ability see films without imagining themselves as the star. All of humanity will seem like an autobiography, reading serving suggestions and wink. No, I just heard of Kalamazoo and I thought that was real ironic. I thought it was real music.

I tried to remind them of the coming of the crow. Getting old. Can’t stand the cold. Every Shakespeare play is a suicide letter. Wow… full plate. Nice to have that one on one with the sky boss pink. I used to twist the words and say, “We had to wear life like a loose Kevlar garment.”

The shoulders are scooping moonlight out of sand, you can see the beach from here. I stood at the stop sign, frozen. You tried your hardest. I’ll take two of what you’re having, I’ll take everything you got. I talked about my footsteps being forgotten and useless amongst the millions of sand prints, It seems like every one before.

© Robert Emmett McWhorter

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