The Producers who Consume the selfmade Production.
The Herr working Mechanism. How flexibility and a flux becomes a pattern on itself 24 a day. The TicToc in the mirror is no stranger. Strangle Him before he ruins everything. We are Part of the I Choose rather than Choose Not. An overwelming rampaging excuse for succes nonetheles we trow ourself in the burning sun - which enlightment - actractive like flies to the flame - proclaiming our self home poduced gods. Eureka a new invention of a useless botton and it sells. We buy everthing - we believe everything. We believe even we don't believe anything. So nothing we believe yet nothing is the same something in the negative form. Yet we want Something. Something more or less. So begins our Terror-ride up a steep wall - fly over it and downhill in the abyse of abusement we go freely - entertainment - and consistent bourgeoisie and presidential ads ad to be positive. When all red lights flash. "Brace for impact this bird is going to be a buttersack of feathers, while father shatters neatly in front of Jeopardy. Have a cigar, Bill.
Do we really miss the haircream obscene on the dress while confess. I want more no lessss extra cookies for free. Just cover all woman - problem solved in purika. Another religion fullfilment in the basement of the circus spinning into oblivion of the Milky Way advertisment. Have a coke. Do Smoke. Fart away the ozon layer cake. Powder Mushrooms - more room in the mind. Get your filty hands of my dessert. I want my cherry.

And all the little ones who doo poo-poos.
Propose and propersitions in transition proscription
a clear cut down the troath and deep it goes. Very cockney indeed. Just where is Iron Lady. We are the Virus , The Disease. Wipe us out please.

I have no wish to move home.