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you know why i'm not afraid of plagiarism? memes... funny, isn't it, i don't mind, or, rather, i started to not mind plagiarism... because the plagiarists have been inseminated, ***** even, i don't know whether i ever owned a puppet, but if i'm plagiarised i own a: cohort... it's nice... you can rule by ridicule rather than be ridiculed as ruling, notably the english monarchy... it's nice to have pawns who don't even think they aren't pawns... but that's the beauty of intellectual virology - an idea is like a virus, and the fact intact remains signifying: well: go ahead with it... i don't mind anonymous "credit" 4 it... you think i have i have any complacency to mind? rot the gnat and vermin... i am the one to fuse plague and language together... man was always endowed with a heart and woman with a heart, when it came to, politics... women always, meddle... how isn't punctuation important in writing, given it be necessary that equate punctuation with rhyme and consolidate prose with poetics... punctuation = rhyme - overseer? yes. - and why do i not mind plagiarism, pontius pilate... the only person worth being remembered of the new testament... oops.. why do i not mind plagiarism... i know they'll mutate, morph... but that doesn't matter... a part of me remains, and all the better should the plagiarism be otherwise be defined... but it's too late: the innocent seed competes with the forbidden fruit... i have my paupers and my puppets... for grit and gift of word, i have my: assembly... you can plagiarise all you want, all i ever gain is yet another puppeteer's string of limb annexed. i love the idea of memes & plagiarism... it means the utmost anonymous influence being exerted: how far is the puppeteer away from the necrophiliac, may i ask? thank you for a chance to not prioritise a demand for a gene chronology on the altar of Cronus, allowing me, to, ********** my meme, rather than consecrating my gene in the ******* of fake white and... the agony of what would be to come... ever wonder the mystery of autumn, when a southern wind blows?
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Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
memes & plagiarism
you know why i'm not afraid of plagiarism? memes... funny, isn't it, i don't mind, or, rather, i started to not mind plagiarism... because the plagiarists have been inseminated, ***** even, i don't know whether i ever owned a puppet, but if i'm plagiarised i own a: cohort... it's nice... you can rule by ridicule rather than be ridiculed as ruling, notably the english monarchy... it's nice to have pawns who don't even think they aren't pawns... but that's the beauty of intellectual virology - an idea is like a virus, and the fact intact remains signifying: well: go ahead with it... i don't mind anonymous "credit" 4 it... you think i have i have any complacency to mind? rot the gnat and vermin... i am the one to fuse plague and language together... man was always endowed with a heart and woman with a heart, when it came to, politics... women always, meddle... how isn't punctuation important in writing, given it be necessary that equate punctuation with rhyme and consolidate prose with poetics... punctuation = rhyme - overseer? yes. - and why do i not mind plagiarism, pontius pilate... the only person worth being remembered of the new testament... oops.. why do i not mind plagiarism... i know they'll mutate, morph... but that doesn't matter... a part of me remains, and all the better should the plagiarism be otherwise be defined... but it's too late: the innocent seed competes with the forbidden fruit... i have my paupers and my puppets... for grit and gift of word, i have my: assembly... you can plagiarise all you want, all i ever gain is yet another puppeteer's string of limb annexed. i love the idea of memes & plagiarism... it means the utmost anonymous influence being exerted: how far is the puppeteer away from the necrophiliac, may i ask? thank you for a chance to not prioritise a demand for a gene chronology on the altar of Cronus, allowing me, to, ********** my meme, rather than consecrating my gene in the ******* of fake white and... the agony of what would be to come... ever wonder the mystery of autumn, when a southern wind blows?
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Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
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