Squash nondescript empiricism| You ha-had no friends| noteworthy, anyway.
White trash shuffled by the gossip wind in catastrophic loops of themselves/ coined archetypes of temporary intelligence| The fragile narcissists, feeling, cracking and mixing, talking events any good American might take the wrong way.
Why are you listened?
(cocking my…)
Exactly why did you come here?
(You get the picture.)
This fleet is seizing, susceptible to argument at any angle overtaken by tradition:
PAUSE and RECORD are always two different things, and rarely are they used at their most opportunistic points of launch…Electronic gossip, that’s all, from nigger trash…Shuffled by prerecorded/memorized answers: The barking dog, the smug laugh under the bad breath of the learned reality. I hope you get your fucking way. I pray you let me die unnoticed in my isolation tank.
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