Ever after whatever got us this close, full recovery
from authorized versions of theories of everything,
freedom is from one point of view, nothing left to do.
Do whackado and all that, my brother Richard's POV,
come to think of dying like an outlaw, refugee in just is,
as came to be expected, as hell had been preached, as is,
Orpheus and Bill and Ted and us, we had some wild ideas,
foisted ist das ein wort? Nach einmal, foisted on us as true id
above ego and super ego id, in imaginable disagreeable me form
I feel out of sorts,
some crazy hope I had, and some cruel stunts I pulled,
and one, I guess, one stunt pulled on me that I fell for,
but no shame I remember but for Barbie being my Sister,
and me being Ken, that was hard to remember was Cain's wife
pet name, Woe, brother won't you turn me around, think we won
and now every thirteen year itch in a synched class of breeders,
oh, brother, now's the hour,
scratch us up some evil injustice on uses.
Fructus frightening vengeful bubbles hold, one way in,
any way out, forgetting function for phrazes negates 'em.
War just stops making any sense, we agree as touching anything,
this is real, that is real, I could feel that point, I have felt that lash,
or I have seen such lashes dealt and I understand what a slave is.
And all but the most wretched fool is slave to a hungry child,
or slave to the lusts of his place in the pack, a useful eater.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 4:50 PM UTC
Ever after whatever got us this close, full recovery
from authorized versions of theories of everything,
freedom is from one point of view, nothing left to do.
Do whackado and all that, my brother Richard's POV,
come to think of dying like an outlaw, refugee in just is,
as came to be expected, as hell had been preached, as is,
Orpheus and Bill and Ted and us, we had some wild ideas,
foisted ist das ein wort? Nach einmal, foisted on us as true id
above ego and super ego id, in imaginable disagreeable me form
I feel out of sorts,
some crazy hope I had, and some cruel stunts I pulled,
and one, I guess, one stunt pulled on me that I fell for,
but no shame I remember but for Barbie being my Sister,
and me being Ken, that was hard to remember was Cain's wife
pet name, Woe, brother won't you turn me around, think we won
and now every thirteen year itch in a synched class of breeders,
oh, brother, now's the hour,
scratch us up some evil injustice on uses.
Fructus frightening vengeful bubbles hold, one way in,
any way out, forgetting function for phrazes negates 'em.
War just stops making any sense, we agree as touching anything,
this is real, that is real, I could feel that point, I have felt that lash,
or I have seen such lashes dealt and I understand what a slave is.
And all but the most wretched fool is slave to a hungry child,
or slave to the lusts of his place in the pack, a useful eater.
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