Thursday, April 19, 2012

creativity 1.2

We wrapped her in cellophane and sold her as a piece of meat, a utopian influence reading karl marx and polishing the bullets. A revolution of the working class to deconstruct the machine and then we discover that we have a profound love for the machine putting it back together replacing the chains on our hands, praying for the singularity gas chamber-paris dada-the first heavenly adventure with the queen and a stacked deck of cards. Her panties are around her ankles exposing us to her mesmerizing capabilities. She speaks to the dead stagnation of the movement as the tea party circles their wagons for their cookout on wall street pissed off that they did think of it, gibberish is what we bank on, secured loans that are no longer secure and we want our armies to be efficient killers. Tristan and the bear are dancing on the mountain the old man in his fur coat, as we wind up the electric car, it goes “chug, chug” and puffs a little smoke. Leo where did you go when your country needed you? The most the bearded heart tool time juxtaposition a former student in abstract art, nothing is again our call to moon beams and the electric shackles of industry and promised promiscuity that we dream of in our childhoods of masturbatory highlights-“click, cluck” chicken hot dogs- eat them with a “high five” tooth missing grin.  Lolita with the brown skin and a bicycle ride into the west don’t make this your bible date intervenes on Humbert’s behalf and shares none of his interests. Running away, the hero is beset by reflections focused only on the suffering and despair-metaphorically Herman creates Drustanus from the abbey of Saint gall castle dore and tau cross the bull of the Egyptians francis of Assissi, a personal coat of arms, advent and pope innocent-such a silly name to leave behind you as you walk away into the darkness into the abyss and strangle the lonely crocodile removing the thorn from the lion’s paw.

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