Robots Die a peaceful Death

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Robots die a Peaceful death, you just have to turn them off. The power button is clearly marked on the back.

I'd like to walk through fire for you but I haven't got any idea how to start a fire.

Do you fear freedoms kiss?

fuzzy pink nipples and tiny little thong underwear giving the man a wedgie up his bum. He was not a dongasaurus and I don't play the piano all that often even if I've learned how to play it for 15 years or so. Do you think that is bad of me?

Drums break high on the middle of the night time ceases to exist when you follow the rhythem of the conversation into the depths of that other persons pupils. I like to think of myself as very open minded but really if I slept in bed with you and even if I was horny I would probably just do nothing because I am married and I'm not sure what I'm here for.

Love is not the last thing that you will remember unless you die very very lucky. The property under your feet is forgotten until you forget to pay the rent. I am not beholden to that landlord but I give him all of Jane's money. The party was kinda lame but then, who really cares?

We all come otgether O-tether. in the end. The stars on my ceiling have burned a hole through the roof. I am shooting my semen up into the dark navy blue night time skyline over the city. Soon the heavens will be filled with the spoils of war. It's the age of satellite warfare and I don't remember what I was supposed to forget.

In the age of information warfare just talking to yourself can be subversive if you write it down. Just talking to your neighbour is an automatic penalty and fuck this but you can't just write a book about Orwell and expect it to not happen to you too.

Too many eggs in the oven, the eggs are turning green and have about 3 yolks per. Perverted mommy wants me to dance to ABBA Gold. Perple people eater thinks he is a serial killer. Could anything be less imaginative than glorifying Charles Manson once again. you get born first and the trickster gives you this knife. You are out to try and see if you can cheat death. You are out to try and breath the fresh air that Akira Kurasawa made radioactive underneath that stoned bridge rider. I'm not making sense anymore.

Where are all the questions that we really need. My Pyjamas are starting to smell but I suppose the pink colour of the fabric will hide that until your nose is closer. All in all there is something to do.

Do we really need to spend our time doing that? I just want everything to be soft and airey. I just wish that my silk fingers could carress your cheek just once and then it would be cement in my head never needing anything more afterwards. But life goes on and we make love and break love and forget to listen to our spousal duty meter under the left testicle.

She said to me that she thought I could do it and I was greatly encouraged. After all it is only the realtionship atom that defines our nature and logic is all nonsense without a reason for being that way. My computer can do tricks you never dreamed of but the whispering cannot be manufactured even with all our greatest provision.

/slash/duplicated

Do you like to have a plot in the stories that you read? I certainly do do not. Two doos cancel out and the knot is tied in cement like the silk caress of your warm cheek. Facial hair can get itchy.

No.

That is not the end of it. But it probably is the end for now. My fingers dance over the keyboard pressing down each button one after another. 23^67e possible different permutations and still we always say the same sort of things. For a bunch of waves crashing into the sullen beach I forget where I am very often. Driftwood doesn't burn like normal wood, but poetry burns hotter when you are drunk and high and not really aware of anything else. I love to deny the impulse because it makes me feel more powerful than the creator. Then I get this sick and quesy kind of nonsense in the pit of my belly and I start to tumble out of my own mind.

"The above image has been brout to youz by the copyright police at http://www.tastingmenu.com/media/2004/20040320-mercatocentralefirenze/ which is a website with pictures of food. The person who made this image obviously had a camera.They are also a polite person. They have a Creative Commons thing on one of their pages which is cool."

Drugs, Drugs, please G_d somebody give me more drugs to cling to. This may be the lesson I deserve but I am falling and I need drugs to be stable!

Party. Party! Party? party: party

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There is no two ways about saying it: A third of our time is devoting to try and make it all easy and the rest is devoted to making it all harder. So watch me fall in love with you and your perversion, I could fall in love with anybody really. Just on the whim of a dance. Beating hearts are all the same no matter what kind of body they live in and I have an open mind. My sholders are heavy but I know you will help me to hold them up. My mind is now sagging but soon you will show me where to place my fit so I'm not so dizzy. Xylene cuts through grease but my words will cut through your illusions when I am dead and you are still living beside me in the warm bed that never forgets to remember that we walk together into the past future tense of the most profane sort of language you ever heard. Abortions are moral because a baby is not human until she has found a name.

Breath of god descend over us. We will spin in the glory of your gleaming trumpets. The sick and sorry begger with his licey dog that he feeds better than his own betty march under the London Drugs neon glow asking for your spare change as you buy cheap imported plastic crap from China and a few of the more generous will toss their riff raff lose pocket change into the raft of those riven from cultural embracing sancuary warm bed at night. We make benches with arm rests just so the homeless cannot lay down across them. We run our grass sprinklers only at night even when rains raining.

Me and my kayak will paddle off to the end of the earth and start and new AMEriCan empire under the never setting sun. The world is such a vast/copious space of green whomsoever shall people it first race to the bottom. Darky don't learn so fast and we out gunned him in the loins department when we build that nuclear power waste disposal pland under his water supply.

Enough of this ideological silliynesse!

Orchestras have performed better the work of depraved tyrants and kings. We all talk so much that we never do it because we are afraid that the channel might get changed and we better sit tight = that teachers union is over.

Stand Tall Paul. Because you are going to jail and the plainclothesed police man will start a brawl with you just because you can, just because you asked the question?163 OHP paddywagon for rounding up them Paddies. Luck O the Irish let me tells you she says. Forever whinging underneath the breadbasket that I have not been given sufficient hams. Germany brought you Bratwurst and FrankenSchnizerbeiken. Forget everything you knew about Bismarck. The March of progress soldiers on and like a stunted growth in the bathroom, we forget out masters are strangling the life out from the tiny necks. Chickens have more courage because they are stupid and will walk in front of a train but after a while at least one of them will get on board and conduct the pecking driver shuddering red eyeballs out. Gory revolution always peaceful solution bollways.

Dream the last dream you will ever remember because from now on I command thee to fornember forget.

Parturient.

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...and they shall know us by the way in which wee love each others sew.