𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒,
𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀.
𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅,
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉.

𝐼'𝓂 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎,
𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎,
𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒽 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈,
𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒,
𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝓂𝑒,
𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻,
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎,
𝐼 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝑒.

A bullshitter to one’s own heart isn’t factual without statements gone astray. Its practical logic locking natures way of leading you astray, if you’re never opening one’s heart. That someone isn’t contrary to forbid their heart when even attempting to lock it up without *******! ******* is already contrary when it’s the very lock itself to someone’s own heart. Masking the potential when agreeing to focus on the (factual) leading astray away from the practical logic as the key to your own safe of *******! Bullshitting the safe confines logical dumbness. Trying an attempt at even wanting to touch that lock, will ZAP you into another bullshitter of someone else’s very own unique type. Spreading it like a virus. An outright PANDEMIC! Gesturing the practical logic to act as anti bodies when retracting away from the stench that is the opposite to what already makes sense beforehand. Then how did the bullshitter in someone’s own heart spread toward the next one appearing at the same conjunction in time? It’s never that easy to clear out the imperfections from actually ever dealing with the real self importance of it all. The locking bullshitter to someone’s own heart, is in the shape of a slithering snake. One appearing to you in the form that matches practical logic of what a surface area matches with one appearing to see what doesn’t hide itself. Compared to the counterpart diminishing all claims of what it counts as absurdity. The surface area in the form of a snake of practical logic. A snake whose logical way of doing something, is using it’s poisonous, corrupting fangs to influence another bullshitter who never counted on starting like that. ZAPPING them into a newly formed conjecture! Never truly knowing the actual repercussions to how one should act, once infected. Never knowing if there the same choice as the one choosing to obstruct in the form of blinded absurdities. That poison being the lock. While seeing the actual form of practical logic in the form of a key. Alright. Alright! So, by getting this straightened out. Revealing a potential, but an already obvious gap in the margin. The poisonous fangs are the virus. Making someone into a very unique bullshitter of there own design. Heart filling up without truly effecting it yourself. If any molecules are flooding the heart that much. Plugging the brim dry! Then if one doesn’t see the truly defined picture. Every molecule literally flips inside out to control what is never truly obvious to the infective. Dropping continues doubts about something truly being wrong with the bullshitter to someone’s own heart. The infective thinking this is the practical logic one should poke fun into everyone’s else’s business. Now switching over a one-sided debate to which one truly is making some sense as a mere starter kit. The snake itself being the vessel which holds the poison inside itself. Completely unaffected by there own virus. Fate unsealed, which is an illusion to how it controls it’s actions. Nature redefining all practical logic without trying to ask…WHY?! But (WHY) never being the first reaction to knowing (what it’s for)? Simply put it… It’s to hold the poison away from one’s own heart. The body is the key. While the fangs eject the poison as an example to retreating oneself in the process. Snakes free will being judged by a never-ending continues drawback of never being the one who is truly free. Being the one never truly free is always envious of ones being infected. So, it can purposely dive deeper into how one can change the sorting out with the good. While patronizing the evil into its own debated circle. Waiting a judgemental trial of getting out of the *******. Being a bullshitter to someone’s own heart isn’t cheap. Never the less… Neither is one fated to be cramped inside a prison as both lock and key. Supported by the corrupting poison being the snake’s heart itself. A slithering snake offering both nurture and hindrance. Hindrance being the processing ploy of absurdity taking flight under its own pressurising guilt. Slithering molecules to a poisonous heart are overflowing with a bullshitter to another’s very own unique type. Boiling STRONG! Getting ready to ZAP another unsuspecting copy of the original design.