this came off of my fingers, and I laughed. Does anyone feel like adding to it? this, I ask of thee. Would you rather be the saddle, or the pony?
Would you prefer a facade, or would you know me? The value is a parody, the past is multiple choice. It's fake, a lot... the past. The future is not for me. I'll admit it's scaring me, it's that one, timid voice. (someone else please continue)
rhetorically contemplating reality draws out incompletely a double-suicide insoluble red dairy. inaccurately dead. hire me. desire and inquire me the penmanship read. words in a thousand pictures, clouting out the stand outs. self sustaining in third person portrait painting timeouts. the future asked how your past was masked. said; thousands needed to sign the petition, a repetition of merely mediocre signature submissions. submit what's needed. a few get it and thus succeeded. to understand anything you must manage to appreciate something. continental contraband. beyond boundaries it's a one night comical stand; a not-so-hierarchical acclaimed inner concert band. to appreciate something you must take advantage to contemplate anything; true ambition; twenty-four-hour-around-the-clock inner intuition. a unquenchable curiosity for knowledge acknowledges a reprehensible ferocity without study in college. [ please continue somebody ]
