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manipulating the genetic memory of "G.O.D."

So Gart, tell "it" in your wildest voice just what happened...

The body was calm, but the inner voice was sharp and picturesque-CLICK-sharp and boisterous... my quotative fragmentations all came from things i remember others reading in solitude... i got up for the down stroke-CLICK-i got the download from the uplink... memory is the curse of IeyeI, and i and i was forced to shave the locks... how do the letters FEM encapsulate the fine tuning of millions of signals and splashes of amber mercury?... wednesday ran off my chin with a whisper, i left it all for the "IT"... luck dragons and wolves, no-thing and tetrahydrogen mole-globualights... i dont think "IT" wanted this, i dont think "IT" can find the foundation... neuralization, neuricity, neurapophysis... pathways leading to perception without the ability of/for which we like to call forth in a circumlocution of self appraisal... cant see the tunnel for the space inside... "IT" seems to borrow the sublime yet anxious handmaiden the was born out of the plastic bag that was tightly nestled in the perverbial armpit of all tribal alien gems... i feel like the gods are extinct and in competition to see who can write the funniest suicide note... who was the first celestial comedian?... remember to remember... ememberebmeme... memetic me and floral space... cant get back... call costomer service... they tell me my hitler married my ethel merman... jupiter sold me the roach i swallowed... the cops are in orange county and eight is their number... triangular spheres with angels holding my mouth open... trumpets and vicadin icecapades... uranium is running through my RNA... someones in the bathroom and their watching me wipe it through 6,000 years of psychic and sexual frustration... green and yellow, the incredible hulk hogans hero... no difference between any of the similarities that have made up mind... there it is i smell it with my fingers... hold on... comeback... i think im going to puke... body needs to be felt tip pen... dont forget hold on... you'll drown...

 

    

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