i felt the bones. i felt the ragged chemical meat matter of the bio-mechanical robot. 1
the pulse was what jarred me the most. the ballon steaks made of cells, capturing air and torturing it. rhythmicly pulling out bits and sucking them into the machine, discarding the unnecessary, imaginary blots; a living trash compactor that feeds on plants, animals and chemicals. the exception is that this device actually absorbs the remnants to further fuel it's growth...2
transcending time and space, to live in the present particle suit, is most exhillerating. 3
Author notes
the only author's note i could type that would have any significant meaning at all would be to state that i wrote this little dwaub for my own personal bennifit and enjoyment. i am in the father and the father is in me. death to america?
9-11 was an inside job. Global warming is a fear tactic.
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i love how you word everything
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i loved it. that was great!
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