I saw a roulette table marked Zxndxk Fxrm. It looked like people were making big bets. So I immediately ran up, bet my soul and all the time and valuables I could fit in my hands on Red-14. An old man made a speech about living in the moment as the wheel spun and the ball bounced away from Red-14 permanently.

Gratitude
Temporary
Pain, comfort, etc

Initial conditions make choices for me
Right handed heterosexual going clockwise
In a swirl of ***
Add an r and you got a peer
Just go ahead and add an s too
Peers

Right handed
Adapting myself to the preferences
Heterosexual
Mate
*******
I prefer clockwise
I can get in tune easily
But I thought I had a rebel soul
I guess I shouldnt feel sad
for being in tune

Looking out the window in the middle of the night
Up to ***, it's only me
Really use those eyes, look under the light
If there's ever a guy,
No flight just fight
Call 911
Grab the gun!

Hi again Skeptic
But why are you about?
Unless something is being sold,
I'd rather Love come out.

Daddy's **** is pure muscle
Swimming tirelessly
Looking for something
To Bite

I might puke
I will die
But not tonight
I love you

This guy said he was [the way he was] to protect the world.
He said if he tried hard, he'd be too powerful, too persuasive.
If he hates and hurts himself, he'll be hobbled and he can protect the world from his influence.
He doesn't want to influence anybody to do anything.
Not even make somebody like the *** Pistols or something.
Let him be a scruffy *** watching from the sidelines.
Things won't be corrupted by his touch.
He can only enjoy freely when he can observe things
Without everything mirroring reflections of HIMSELF.
He loves every color but mirror color.
He loves himself too when he's being.
Not seeing.
DON'T STAB YOUR EYES, MAN
That will only **** the picture in your brain.

I'm blessed
I can broadcast transmissions
But they are not communications
Nobody can receive my transmissions.
I'm a radio signal
with no radios
I'm screaming again.
Nobody registers my broadcasts.
My waves bypass all receivers.
I'd tune my radio station to all the things who can not be heard.
They must be speaking honestly with nobody to impress.
I'd let them into my mind. I'd love to hear their transmissions.
I only love the transmissions meant for nobody.
Acting is death, persuasion is a lowly pastime.

Very regent at the pageant
she was pretty he was  petty
Death was in the air
She was godsent
He was mindbent
He cooked her medium rare
All I want is a ***** *****

They record the information but they leave no trace of themselves. All they ever do is record everything. They observe everything and record.

There's a secret chamber, indestructible matter. Matter can exist in no more stable state than this small chamber is in. The chamber occupies very little space in the center of the earth. The chamber contains two dimensional information. This information describes everything that ever happened on earth for the archives. The octopuses recorded everything. They perceived everything. If an octopus managed to wrap it's tentacles around your head, you'd understand. It would tell you that everything has been worth it. You'd understand that you must live beautifully for the sake of the swirling two-dimensional archive at the center of the earth.

Some playful shrimps clean the octolord's suction cups. One of their antennae buzzes a message up one of his orange tentacles and registers in the Octolord's mind: the silly sun is playing! Another shrimp: what's that sun up to now? The Octolord opened his mighty eyehole lids. The sun! What's...
NOTHING

Man beats self to death with 2 ft. long foam cylinder over period of eight days. As he approached death for the last eight hours, he muttered poetic truths which turned to light as they left his mouth. Eight minutes later the sun exploded. The octopuses sensed something was wrong eight seconds before their deaths. NOTHING