galactic portal you are so beautiful. kaleidoscope juice raining from the sky. dreams in a huddle. cells on a dance floor. smiles in the breeze. galactic portal you are so beautiful. fasting to ensure the experience is pure. the term now is plural for the train is always coming. the sun is always setting. we do circles around these lines. wrinkles in time. canyons in our cheek bones. water pushing through the the irrigation ditches of face. laughing. laughing. laughing.
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you can huddle in a puddle of people who are just as afraid as you are and you will not be any less afraid.
what came first the worlds smallest computer or the atom?
what came first the worlds smallest computer or the atom?
writing this in real time. no buffer from them to me. pure translation of robotic imagery. i am at one time both the smallest computer and the first atom. eating myself. laying on the roof. looking at these words appear then dis-appear. spelled correctly perhaps. perhaps its just a madder of how you see. hear today. gone tomorrow. poetry getting kicked off the trolley for being ugly. insanity is what life is called when she is high off woodrose and taking time to smell the ocean as it waves her in. OVER HERE. OVER HEAR. eating itself and all its salty underlyings. no names. only gestures of aknowledgement to try and make the nervous jump up in fear that they may be taken to the nearest lounge and made to jUst FUCKN relax. relapse. forget about the fact that your losing your house to the bank. forget about the fact that you have aids. forget that the words floating through your skull are not really their. its all in your head anyways. deleted sentence by sentence, this cursor knows no friends. creating then killing this is the way of the cursor. we hate it because without it our ability to make sense of this ridiculous situation would be next to us falling from the sky. im ok with dying but no being lost. i will stay right here forever or at least until i die. better that then to give my enemy's victory. that is something those disfunctional bastards will have to get on their own. standing around the streets. hanging underneath my window sill scavenging. as if i would waste another one of the delicate dreams. eating myself. i would rather stay here forever then be lost again. this box is not so bad anyways. the paint is nice and i have the seeds. so i say FUCK YOU wormbotic words of wasted wealth. I may be rich but at least im not a cocksucking son of a bleeding scavenger. it must be hard to look at yourself and be so perfect. so small and so computery! if its the past that you want then you will have to fight me for it. you will have to kill me for it. prepared to do this i know you are so here I stand forever. i am the star that explodes into a million other stars that blow up into a million other stars. and i do this forever. i am the man that eats himself and shits out other men just like me. who eat themselves then shit out others. you think that you could stop me by using this cursor. GGGRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! you are small yes i give you that. you are a computer i give you that. you are affordable as well. you make a very small amount of noise YES THIS IS TRUE!!! But still you have not secured your victory!! I stand here a man!! BIG FAT AND UGLY!!! I stand here with something you will never know...and I do mean WILL!!!
writing this in real time. no buffer from them to me. pure translation of robotic imagery. i am at one time both the smallest computer and the first atom. eating myself. laying on the roof. looking at these words appear then dis-appear. spelled correctly perhaps. perhaps its just a madder of how you see. hear today. gone tomorrow. poetry getting kicked off the trolley for being ugly. insanity is what life is called when she is high off woodrose and taking time to smell the ocean as it waves her in. OVER HERE. OVER HEAR. eating itself and all its salty underlyings. no names. only gestures of aknowledgement to try and make the nervous jump up in fear that they may be taken to the nearest lounge and made to jUst FUCKN relax. relapse. forget about the fact that your losing your house to the bank. forget about the fact that you have aids. forget that the words floating through your skull are not really their. its all in your head anyways. deleted sentence by sentence, this cursor knows no friends. creating then killing this is the way of the cursor. we hate it because without it our ability to make sense of this ridiculous situation would be next to us falling from the sky. im ok with dying but no being lost. i will stay right here forever or at least until i die. better that then to give my enemy's victory. that is something those disfunctional bastards will have to get on their own. standing around the streets. hanging underneath my window sill scavenging. as if i would waste another one of the delicate dreams. eating myself. i would rather stay here forever then be lost again. this box is not so bad anyways. the paint is nice and i have the seeds. so i say FUCK YOU wormbotic words of wasted wealth. I may be rich but at least im not a cocksucking son of a bleeding scavenger. it must be hard to look at yourself and be so perfect. so small and so computery! if its the past that you want then you will have to fight me for it. you will have to kill me for it. prepared to do this i know you are so here I stand forever. i am the star that explodes into a million other stars that blow up into a million other stars. and i do this forever. i am the man that eats himself and shits out other men just like me. who eat themselves then shit out others. you think that you could stop me by using this cursor. GGGRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! you are small yes i give you that. you are a computer i give you that. you are affordable as well. you make a very small amount of noise YES THIS IS TRUE!!! But still you have not secured your victory!! I stand here a man!! BIG FAT AND UGLY!!! I stand here with something you will never know...and I do mean WILL!!!
The answer to 1984 is 1776!! INFOWARS VIDEO CONTEST. BOOOYAHHH!!!
our humble submission in the fight against tyranny..
eggless quiche
fuck with it..found this recipe at http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/eggless-tofu-spinach-quiche/Detail.aspx. let the chickens live.
ingredients
* 1 (8 ounce) container tofu
* 1/3 cup rice milk
* 1/2 teaspoon salt, or to taste
* 1/2 teaspoon pepper
* 1 (10 ounce) package frozen chopped spinach, thawed and drained
* 1 teaspoon minced garlic
* 1/4 cup diced onion
* 2/3 cup shredded soy Cheddar cheese
* 1/2 cup shredded soy Swiss cheese
* 1 unbaked 9 inch pie crust
Directions
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
2. In a blender, combine tofu and milk; process until smooth, adding more milk if necessary. Blend in salt and pepper.
3. In a medium bowl, combine spinach, garlic, onion, Cheddar cheese, Swiss cheese and tofu mixture. Mix well, and pour into prepared pie crust.
4. Bake in preheated oven for 30 minutes, or until set and golden brown on top. Let stand 5 minutes before cutting.
ingredients
* 1 (8 ounce) container tofu
* 1/3 cup rice milk
* 1/2 teaspoon salt, or to taste
* 1/2 teaspoon pepper
* 1 (10 ounce) package frozen chopped spinach, thawed and drained
* 1 teaspoon minced garlic
* 1/4 cup diced onion
* 2/3 cup shredded soy Cheddar cheese
* 1/2 cup shredded soy Swiss cheese
* 1 unbaked 9 inch pie crust
Directions
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
2. In a blender, combine tofu and milk; process until smooth, adding more milk if necessary. Blend in salt and pepper.
3. In a medium bowl, combine spinach, garlic, onion, Cheddar cheese, Swiss cheese and tofu mixture. Mix well, and pour into prepared pie crust.
4. Bake in preheated oven for 30 minutes, or until set and golden brown on top. Let stand 5 minutes before cutting.
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