Robot garbage trucks trying to fit under low-clearance bridges.
Entry-level positions in an industry led by mechanical assemblers.
Tyrannical dictators ruining the future progression of life.
Fear of reprisal preventing the evolution of a society.
Gaps in the welfare driven by a mass index the flashcards will help you study hard or you will fail please insert disk is not formatted hard drive crashed will return to default settings have been erased and the world keeps falling.
Reunited lost friends hit by runaway vehicle.
Glass breakage from envacuumed radio waves.
Brains will be next on the slab...
Just wait for the revolution to entice the lovers like a twine is easily broken yet rolled like a cigar or cigarette in your mouth to mouth resuscitation drove the need for uniform health care will run dry and all that money you threw away will never be seen again.
For the rest of your life, you will be lost.
For the rest of time, time will run.
Time will fly and you will die, so nothing really matters.
It doesn't matter, kinda like this.
...
Freedom from, the exposition is done, we're all a lost cause, a precursor to the next run of the mill. Oh no! THe mill's gone! Where is it? The mill's GONE. It's on Mars. What will we do? Get over it and stop breathing! Move on already! Put up or put out! Cry and be crushed or die and be lushed! Logical statements abound in a supposedly illogical and chaotic world and we try to apply yet we're just slightly shy of a working end result that will give us nothing. Will it help? It doesn't matter. With that, you at least have a fucking purpose.
Fucking on purpose, resulting in more and more creation.
Sure we're happy in the short run, but...
It won't help to solve the problems.
Just create new ones to cover the old ones and run around wildly with your arms flapping the radioactive wind until the smog blinds your corpse as it falls down an unseen cliff. Blinded by the waste product of the mechanical genius of a machine you made to create the next big masterpiece that would remove the blinders and give you what you thought you wanted. But you didn't.
Progression prevented by the effects of the system that binds the rules to existence in the first place. Get over it and just be happy.
Happiness is the offspring of a flitting mind that wants nothing more than to be nothing to the more, a decoy left in place of my body and soul while I went off to entoll the consciousness of the many, the revolting, mechanically inclined, molting bird of prey that is the wave of sound in the air I breathe. Move on.
...
Done.
Tyrannical dictators ruining the future progression of life.
Fear of reprisal preventing the evolution of a society.
Gaps in the welfare driven by a mass index the flashcards will help you study hard or you will fail please insert disk is not formatted hard drive crashed will return to default settings have been erased and the world keeps falling.
Reunited lost friends hit by runaway vehicle.
Glass breakage from envacuumed radio waves.
Brains will be next on the slab...
Just wait for the revolution to entice the lovers like a twine is easily broken yet rolled like a cigar or cigarette in your mouth to mouth resuscitation drove the need for uniform health care will run dry and all that money you threw away will never be seen again.
For the rest of your life, you will be lost.
For the rest of time, time will run.
Time will fly and you will die, so nothing really matters.
It doesn't matter, kinda like this.
...
Freedom from, the exposition is done, we're all a lost cause, a precursor to the next run of the mill. Oh no! THe mill's gone! Where is it? The mill's GONE. It's on Mars. What will we do? Get over it and stop breathing! Move on already! Put up or put out! Cry and be crushed or die and be lushed! Logical statements abound in a supposedly illogical and chaotic world and we try to apply yet we're just slightly shy of a working end result that will give us nothing. Will it help? It doesn't matter. With that, you at least have a fucking purpose.
Fucking on purpose, resulting in more and more creation.
Sure we're happy in the short run, but...
It won't help to solve the problems.
Just create new ones to cover the old ones and run around wildly with your arms flapping the radioactive wind until the smog blinds your corpse as it falls down an unseen cliff. Blinded by the waste product of the mechanical genius of a machine you made to create the next big masterpiece that would remove the blinders and give you what you thought you wanted. But you didn't.
Progression prevented by the effects of the system that binds the rules to existence in the first place. Get over it and just be happy.
Happiness is the offspring of a flitting mind that wants nothing more than to be nothing to the more, a decoy left in place of my body and soul while I went off to entoll the consciousness of the many, the revolting, mechanically inclined, molting bird of prey that is the wave of sound in the air I breathe. Move on.
...
Done.