Automatic excerpt no. 2

Look deep out of his foot. Normal new sock reaction, distraction > multiplication. Sits laughs and looks like a dog.

Shits giraffes and hooks like a knob.

Spits scarf and shook life a fog.

Well.....Never.....Maybe.

Maybe.....Not.....Yes.

Fantasy creates illusions of real things being greater than what they actually are. Forever sing like this began its decent into hell so it would not align. Peace creates comfort, comfort creates boredom, boredom creates questions, questions create answers, answers create war, war creates peace. - fudge*

I have given myself the task of finding twenty four words to describe what is on my mind regards this status update. Job done.

The middle of the beginning has almost reached its conclusion. No more thought is received in time for consideration. Tales of old remember themselves in a time that modern minds have forgot.

----- Calm -----

For some reason I really want to write: butterscotch.

Do you 'know', really? Can you be 100% sure. Pineapple fridge can save the way. Forgive me fucker, for I have binned it. Thrown it to the fucking clouds. Out of somewhere comes nowhere... very very fast. Not of the Earth nor the sun can the clouds or rain or thunder destroy our souls. Begin this, for now is the time of questioning. Of provoking. Need not the baggage of contemporary limits... for they blind us to the obvious truth. That we are animals, force fed bullshit information so that the powerful can manipulate and exploit us. All of us. NOW COUNT. COUNT THE WAY TO YOUR DEMISE. COUNTDOWN THE SECONDS. FOR WE ARE ALL MORTALS, FIGHTING FOR WHAT PRECIOUS LITTLE TIME WE HAVE LEFT. <<<<<

>>Fingers poinT >>>

Dead is the life of new blood stream green light discovers odd lush singular transaction decoding in unison with the unreal delight as seen outside of no regular pattern.

DANGER THIS COULD FADE. WHEN 100 YEARS HAVE PASSED AND ENTERED THE PAST WILL ANYONE CONSIDER THE EXISTENCE OF WHAT IS NOW? NEVER THE MACHINE GROWS YET IT GUIDES US WITHOUT US REALLY KNOWING, NO ONE KNOWS.

Like life, these marks will gradually fade. Now they've made their mark. New found power rises from within. The external boundaries do not contain. The middle ground has been destroyed.