run digis the best, c@d-h@v-her

[broken_spindle]

the punctuat!on can be nc0ded & it says gr* thing$.<> I try to look at the inside of my eyes as i wonder what all of you see.*/-/one in you allerbastard and shut them tight and force everything youll get tierd fast. whY do that like the epashing count? WHy listen when you can get in front of everything like the aluminum youth? Sit in front of everything to look behind like rusted refrigerators as they pulse one time an hour. skulls have spaces for certain places, certain chymes sing songy like every place has a name. take away names cover ups tittles for our so called punctual/bussiness/relational ties wrap them in a ball in large rope with sharpe edges throw them out off a boat in the cold ocean gleaming at you like one eye with no lid. the land masses stye this optical, keep a little sharp edge of that rope and never forget. you better hury cause the harbor is a mess because the ocean is disoloving its conjunctivitis and we are all in-habitants of it. drain the stye and bring your rope.
count what you see behing your eyes and tell me each thing. even a shap a dot
wheather it be blackness, darkness, or clouds, or gold. tell me riches
tell me foes. well wrap everything and load it so the children wont
have to be aluminum. so the backs of our ears will be clean
and the fat from out lips gone. the wire around our wrists
finished. the lamps on at night will make gold like
the shakings of a cloak in the midnight and
the most evil will eval scruples and each
skelotion and their hats with dance any
dance. harsh and hazardous, or tame
and timid in timing. and it wont
matter cause we will be
dark grey or white
staring at the
backs of our
EYES