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I non Q

you sowed this **** into my brain...

why do you even "think"

that i want... you?

             i, want your children...

the meme-mutation is what i'm

after...

   and there are plenty of useful idiots

to allow me to process

the intermediating processes

for: the sigma, "accomplishment";

which is unlike

what infected mushroom's -

  trance party track sounds like,

outside of my own head.

why do these people even

think i'm after their genes

of memes?

                i want, their infantile

replicas...

                 i want to craft a

worthwhile curiosity,

on a canvas, that that they call

their gene replicas, children,

and... like why called me...

easy meat..

                 einfachfleisch...

what?

    i'm not here for these news' anchors...

i'm here for their children...

nibble nibble nibble chew chow

cow tow and main...

            prawn crackers...

ah... news anchors are

easy targets...

    slightly pointless

20x bulls eye honing devices...

it's their children...

     i want their children...

    i want their cognition

to become replica of wheelchair

bound infirmaries;

why?

    oh... you know...

football and wrestling,

given the Qatar investment plan...

the whole sport "thing"

became a tad bit boring...

  had to resort to secondary sources

of entertainment;

children of news anchors?

the secondary, "last",

albeit, the best resort;

   schindler...

  required a list,

     to become reincarnated...

and revive a **** a heartlessness

of an reincarnation

    anomaly:

  i.e.: what, a limited number

of people, to begin with?!

     so the rest is primitive "a.i."?

now i'm starting to think...

thank the blue indians

for their culinary innovations...

but when it comes

to their theology?

                           **** 'em;

did i advocate that?

if i did... within what pronoun

guarantee of advocacy?

playing the grammar card...

        which pronoun?

the plural singular,

or the singular plural,

or the gender neutral?

   thank you jean-paul sartre,

     for the...  "i"...

 

i simply love, this revised concept

of a unit...

           the revision clinging

to the royalist affirmation of pronouns...

i.e. 1 would say... so...

         and 1... would, so, will, do so.

**** the pronoun debate

in Canadian politics...

   if i have to resort to this?

then i will...

like your plain citizen...

 

     may "i" speak within

the confines, of the royal, one,

given the example:

   one might suppose...

to be the former, and the current,

highest, etiquette?

 

gender neutrality of pronouns...

last time i checked...

one was never allowed

pronoun stature...

why not address this

conundrum, to begin with?!

 

oh, right... too late...

too many loud mouths

without a guillotine...

so, basically, a cow fart's

worth of argumentation.

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