Fart for fort banana baboon raccoon ,An optometrist suing proctologists,Class action.
An optimistic optometrist openly oppressing ominous overlords.
Up above it, looking down on it…
Whimsical colors ,kartwheel kamikaze coconut carcasses carrying coffins cautiously careless.Convinced comrade,,,
The Covenant.
A Ferris wheel, but horizontal, less of an attraction.Too low to the ground,,Everything is in slow motion,round and round,, boring as fuck,,
Round and round..
Boring ay ef.
Pitiful….
But When a purple paleontologist plagiarizes plundered platitudes,pithy Penelope packs packages in perpetuate pleasantries .
Preventing personal progress pathetically and parenthetically, ,,per prescribed. Per permission,,,painful.😢
(Poser please)
Suck teeth,
Cht..chtttt,,
Pail snails bails whales mail sales,
Mel sews,Malaysian malarkey metaphors,,,meaningless and moot,,
Mean mug.
More Welshman ,more wonky Welchy squelchy ,
Grate crepe plates paste great cakes.
Cause’ they sticky,,
Stick A–FFFF
Gruesome..
Alive, not sad,,public people get popped of at…
People get shot in the head…
How do I feel about it???
Public.
It’s the choice of being a public figure.
It’s part of the human desire to have eyes on them,,
SO i guess,,,
Comes with the territory?
Plenty of people talk shit,, but to talk shit AND have real power??
Seems like that would be a dangerous lifepath, being famous…
And I’ll virtue signal right here…
“I don’t think it’s cool to shoot people in the head”..
(Nobody cares what you think is cool…)
Fine,, just wanted to say it,, to like,,absolve myself from any crazy folk..
I’d Kinda like to distance myself from that angle and game..
I’m not crazy, you’re crazy.,,all that jazz.
Would you ever do such a thing?do such a thing,?do such a thing?
Making earlobes feel pain, earlobes feel pain,earlobes feel pain.
Splat!
The blood blends in with your hat.
America wasn’t great.
It was mad at you for implying.
Sooo, it exploded your earlobe, and likely put the fear of God in you..
Maybe God’s just a bad shot.
Can’t get his aim right..
(Dark…)
I’m just fucking around, I’ve been awake for a while.Get those late night stupids,,,typing diarrhea,,
I’m fine with it.
Hey,,what if,,,here me out,,,
What if God is real and he really does want Donald Trump to be president?
Plot twist!!
Stop the presses!
It is spiritual destiny!!
Jesus is coming back in like five minutes annnnddddd,
We’re in the middle of a holy story brah!
Dawg! Cuz!! We rollin up on the end!
We’re that special!!
We get to be the last people before the rapture,,so we’ll never have to die..
(And there it is)
Ohhh.. wait,,,
Immortality?
Fear of death.
A sniper clipping your ear?? I’d uh,,I’d probably be thinking about death.
That really close..
Lost where i was, realized people have guns….
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Wonder what that 20 year old was worked up about,,,
(Or the whole thing fake)
Quite a picture though,,the blood,,
The blood makes it real..
What if this humanizes the guy?
What if the picture with the blood reminds everyone that he’s a real person..
“Gods bleed, but lo and behold, you can’t kill me!
I’m here to do the lords work, and I’m not stopping!!”
Then the crowd erupts, absolute pandemonium.
We’ll have the WWE film and produce, the place is gonna go nuts….Fuckin nuts,, fireworks, sound bites, whole bunch of people clapping,,,
Then the left gets mad, and we get 4 more years of ridiculous shit talk because you bitches can’t stand each other…
Make two countries,, fine…
Just do it..
Bored.
Bored with it.
Regret rambling on….not the point,
It’s not the point..
Not the pooooint point,,,
dawn 