Spacegoat

I Helen Keller saw the best Amy Winehouses of my generation destroyed by rehab. HOW HOW HOWL? BOWEL PARTY FOUL NOW I’LL STOP.Soyez integre a soi-meme. earlier in my life I listened to a Riskay song in both senses of the word and musical artist of the 20th century and as I confess to this ceiling a broad (I hope this is as inoffensive as “differently-abled” ) from F. Scott’s alma mater wonders what I mean by “riskkay” – maybe I am differently-abled and I meant risky or risque, but she doesn’t know shit about the origins of female empowerment (aka W.I.T.C.H.E.S. and “smell yo dick”) – put yr. handz up in thee aire, and wave ‘em around like ya just dunt caaare – hey, ho, heyy ho, I put my motherfucking queer wheel shoulder to thee motherfuckin’ wheel. SO MUCH DEPENDS upon the red wheelbarrow shit wrong era APPLE BOTTOM JEANZ and the bootz with the furrrr. I don’t normally do this, but I’d just like to talk about the future and Jesus for a second. did you know that scientists already have found the cure for epilepsy, but are with-holding it from the public because of the belief that ecstatic visions perceive the unknown past as well as the feasible future. It is a knowledge that has often haunted my dreams, and as i understand it, your dreams too – vote ron paul in ’08 and don’t drink ethanol.

perhaps the problem is fear; there is simply too much fear, but not of the future—it is the indominable fear of the past. Mankind is paralyzed by the regret of their past deeds, which no doubt, have been horrific, but a fear of the past is powerful enough to instill the social unconsciousness with a paralysis so crippling that progress will be impossible. I believe in a fear, but is a profound and beautiful fear of the future, or a world where everything and anything is possible and permissible. I wrote a tale of two titties, then some biddy from greenough plagiarized that shit.