Should have shot myself in the face when I had the chance

Perhaps A little too Burroughesque? Maybe if Burroughs and Dick wrote something together.

Should have shot myself in the face when I had the chance.  Being released into the dull state of androgynous desires, they found me lounging by the pool in a state of descending into the ascent of the ion.

Beware

They will find you and make you their master they, want to replace me.  The perversions make me a weapon unto their morality but they don’t understand.  I invented that using the algorithms I reposed by licking the ethernet port of Beowulf.  Contagious deeds, good intentions of Scatterbrain.  I met Scatterbrain once or twice.  She was part of an elite team that went door to door selling vacuum neurators.  These machines would enable parents to remove all free will from their offspring subjecting the innocent fools to propaganda that would turn a rabbit into a mayor.  Enough of that game an once or twice encounter was enough for me.

I got into a good gig trying to homogenize the duality of sub-species into a super-species.  How do you do that?  Can this be turned into a D.I.Y. project that can be completed with simple syrup and macaroni noodles?  Of course!!  Simply pour the simple syrup into the opening of the noodles and place them into a sacred symmetrical shape, take the analogical algorithms and distort the arrays.  It’s that simple.  

You say that you are all out of simple syrup?  What now?

This has happened to me quite a few times and being the trailblazer that I am, knows that substitution is the only way. The only fluid that I have found to work the best so far is that of a communist male to female transsexual.  The cataclysmic effects that their seminal fluid cause, is that if you use too much; the whole existence of a categorized array would simply vanish.  How exciting is that? It’s what’s left behind.  I’m not saying anything about this any more.

Author's Note

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[eatmills]

Perhaps A little too Burroughesque? Maybe if Burroughs and Dick wrote something together.