This fursty drawing collsge paste dywn sopit on no I dnt do thst wipe my bum with it no I don’t do that but upset with life aswh not really .. this page shows “ah brilliant minds still spe;ll wrong” I mean scientists wow amazing stuff particle accelerators my ass accelerators whip me no but what do they do with their prostitutes? I don’t know, spell wrong I guess, it’s all wrong.
So the page just says don’t be so sure it’s all right.
All of us know that.
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/it’s just you point out the mistakes they say they’re not doing them, they point out all the good things they’re doing .. so you give them that.
And life goes on.
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We really have nothing to approach anyone on, scientists businessmen hotdog vendors street scraper upper magazine pages floating suddenly have glue and are pressed down/ oppressed? Is that what you’re saying? Oh yeah, sort of, sure. We none of us can really locate our protest tickle tickle there you are *gugiggke* giggle* it’s lame, everyone’s dying, it’s lame!
I know, you said that.
Continue on. What did we touch, ughk, something about a scentust there.. and hus protstotiore. “noI duint say thst, there was no p[ristoute.” “Oh yes, you did, I think there was.” “Oh yes, you’re right, there was,.
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So that was a good meetig on world problemsd./ I think we git a lot done. kiss me.
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So the second page here, ah I know I’m not giving much of the book, who fduesm, gve much of theur inudes, oh I do a lot I;m a cook mian, no nit xruystal mth or pulled pork or pretty fsces or lesbian proliferstuon, parties fur tonight, I;m sfraid I;m quite quiet, not violent t all, kniow no hitmen .. niow whst was this asbout, before my rudeness insanity .. ah life duo we ever get ti the other psrt thst’s whst this is about “accompany me, on trying to say weak-kneed “I’m fucked up I need to tell you can I repair here right with you?”
None of us ask we try to repair all off by ourselves, fuck up more. We all need people, but they may be fucked up, have a good surface, until we discover how fucked up they are. And it goes on, where are you supposed to repair, alone or together? And really, nowhere, get no space, /so meet someone with your papers, like this, sit there purse fish mouth your lips and be disappointed and show it, disappointed in what? “just fucking life” show papers art take scans give scans, you give a good kissy scan, of my paper .. and so it is “ever get to the better part? What does this paper mean? Connected with the book? what book? anyways, I’m just selling papers, it’s my heart on it, you could say that.”
We all have a mystery, worth figuring out, I have a good mystery, I really don’t want you snaluzing thwst much, because there’s nithig there st all.
There’s nothing there at all, to creation “oh not that don’t talk about that” the creation of my bum cheeks wobble wubble “oh okay then we’ll talk about that” “you fucker”
And so life is I had some poetic something or other here I thought
Then it went got lost
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