The Ways

Chapter 1

I felt like God standing over the edge of my seat staring at the wonderful brown stain I just shat. What I knew was a lie but all the same magic within myself. Someone said once You can never replace discontent. I disagree as I've managed to replace my entire spinal system no trouble. I don't understand why people are so happy thinking about their answers, all we need is some wires and we pee which saves time and effort. My friend, who thinks taste is different, knows too many things about stuff. I want him to stop fucking talking about sounds and music and history or whatever because it gives me a headache. What it is, what it always has been, was to salvate us from our wrongs. I hate silent people, always relating stuff to silly truths that nobody gives a damn about. My eyes are worth money and that's why I sold them because I wanted better ones. That stuff is cheap nowadays compared to that old man stuff which is nothing but assrape and concubine shit. My dad, who works for a mace fraternity, told me that love equals money. He was right, and that's no exception to all those slow inquit's who refuse to grow up. This is the 21st century going on 22nd as its going to be in about a year. I was born in 2083, a year when everybody started giving head and getting on top. My uncle told me that was a fun year because that's when change started to take place in the stock market. All money became inevitably worthless, finally.. I'm so sick and tired of those hobo kids wining about hours and collecting junk while not doing something that's funny and good. They think the world is all about junk and getting hard like that's about it. That's why they get nanoprobed because they suck barbie red. The way people are and the way people always have been makes me sick sometimes. I want an answer to all of it that I can't seem to find. My days are good thusfar, though I don't understand why it feels so hot in my room these days. I hate work but its gotta be done as they say. I process information for schools which I studied when I was 21 for two days. I get twink porn in exchange for it. I like the ones with the cyguys on top, makes me feel better after a day of hard work. Every time I see one of those brown hairs makes my pants rock hard. I added nanospikes on my cock and my nipples to make it hurt less, that way if those bitches need a helping hand I get all the time and effort. One of these days I've thought about buying my own fresh from the mountains. Those ones have nice tits, and the twinks actually think. There's these things you can buy in the store called tazers, good for stopping their hearts. The next thing you do when their down is wrap a collar around them which not only elevates their experience but makes them adorably sweet. I know this guy, he's queer like on the tick no males no swirl type, he owns like four of these things. Now I don't know who's reading this blog but times sure have changed. Reading is obsolete now, get it? I hope that one day we can end all of this lazy language shit and actually do things that are sine and came. The world is about having the biggest, hardest cock and that's what I'm telling all you fascist bitches about. The internet's time is done, now everything is hardwired. It just doesn't sell anymore..I remember how my dad used to tell me how slow the Internet was and how it became like old bio-coffee. Something you had to pay money for for many years through cell phone plans and cheque cards. Now we just use Cell Birds, stuff that enters through your neck. Their practically free like dollar store stuff. You only pay fair for hooking up, way cheaper than a full fledged cell phone. Nobody uses "phones" and "bots" anymore, the only people that do are monkey people with low self esteem. My neural net combined with my eyes and my trax provide ultimate security and timeness. Its so easy to piss people off and fuck with them. There was this guy, I observed him for days who was telling fart jokes to my buddy. So I put a bug in his mirror and guess what? I saw him pee in a toilet like a dirty old hobo. Not cool, not cool at all. He acts all like 'oh who cares' when in reality he has low self esteem. He's a nobody in my circle. One of these days I'm gonna make him a man. I'm gonna cum so hard in his ass that he'll feel me for the rest of his days and hours. He's not even bangin like he believes in all that Red stuff like ancient Roman gods and goddesses and all that animal trip drug hobo stuff. Those people need moaney I swear like their just begging to be hungry. Red bitches are nothing but inbreds, heh that's their own damn fault as it makes them better looking and easy. I hate scenes all the more as their just scandals for somebody's lolypop. Scenes nowadays are just rings used to lure germs in for money and protection. Prehumans they call them, what can I say, people that feel safe and sound without day to day standards. They get the worst in daily experiences. Car parks are where they gather up where all they do is mount shit. They dress in all black leather like they think its 'prehtty'. Give em twelve hours, just wait, then their all probed like tired old pigs with nanos. I'm getting a whole lot sick of being the guy to take care of stuff like this like its a turntable for me. First I'm armwrestling, next thing you know I'm flying like I'm too old for this.. I've been injecting blots since my fuckin twenties, actually way earlier. I started up my worm when I was eight, unusually..Then when I was twelve me and this kid masturbated and I came inside him. It was then when I realized that I was a goody, that I had worth.


Chapter 2


Well some on my childhood. When I was coming of age six I had an innocence that most tend to not believe. I was a lie and my utensiles were pretty tough for a bore-me. Fact is I was born again when I ate that special breakfast cereal at eight years. That shit made me feel so horny I swear it was the first time I ever got an erection. My mouth drooled over that whenever my robonanny poured milk and cheese into it. That stuff made me want to fight like a ninja on Crazy and RDM's like fuck give me an hour's worth I'll scarf that in my blood and put its added sprinkles on my tongue and leave it there so it can seep into my sanity. That artificial stuff makes you tough as shit and it makes your body last longer than those old hobo bread meals. I can't believe they still sell that sexwork pay like that is the worst food on earth. They call that stuff Bioprocessed like it actually makes their brains bigger and their cocks harder. The fact is it makes them worth about as much as a concubine woman like holy flower dog give it a rest. We, the majority, are better, in power and have more skills than them meanwhile they just sit around stupid, skilless, in pain and have sex all day. They used to be cool but then technology began erasing their sphere. In erasing I mean they get their butts plugged twenty four to seven and get diphetamine calls thinking that stuffs totally natural. I hope that drug makes them hotter and more homeless and I hope it makes them hungry because I love the skinny bitch, reminds one of a whore like whoa insane Japanese love.
When we think about rice we think about money, well I say screw the rice and screw the money; inject that into your stomach lining. I can't believe the stomach actually sends that to your head. What I enjoy over that obsolete crap is birthtube reimplant. When I was a boy I had to take a turd and my pajami's got wet, so you know what happened? The doctor said I couldn't pee so what did mom do? Sent me straight to something copt. I received nanoget, guess where that ended up? My bladder needing to have surgery. Apparently there was a problem with the micro operation. So they spent hours chopping out my bladder to replace it with something newer and better. It continues to operate just fine nowadays. My penis is not even a dick, its a Gmod shaped like a fraternity. Like my mother always said 'Never cause the worst kind of violence.' Well I am far from pleasant. My pain in my latter decade has been exciting, insane and fire fire away. My fortune right now is very pretty, she has an extra bell to make sure she doesn't escape. She tried to fight free but I gave her an extra collar so that she's perfectly at play. She's my beauty queen, my all time favorite with. As I mentioned before what I do is God and totally agape. I wish I could have a better bitch though. What I'm angry about today is my luminescence. I want to die but I can't seem to reach for that plug on my belt. I'm serious all I've done most of my life is human trafficking. I'm done, I'm up, I'm sick of hating myself. Well I'm not sick of those bells, maybe a why is in perspective here.

CHAPTER 3

The force of price range in total to the amount of dexterity in human utility is far beyond exception. This formula is porportional with the favour one gives. Its all stuck when one never gives a favour. Never has the balance of power ever been articulated this way. In fine consistency the price ranges in self image and human incandescence. What's more is that the pain of this wait is the burning of self autonomy which needs to be firmly cirvicated in order to eliminate all possible present and future negative outcomes. It is all fine and good when someone blows their cover to the police, its another when the day trippers start figuring out your game. Its a shame when the price ranges start going amuck. That's when no ones thinking progressively and start acting and predominating cheap luck. Probability accounts for all increases in stock, de-stock and re-stock. I am certain that last years utility breakthrough mukked around as half those bloodmoney pokey's couldn't understand a single word of Par. Par is math, straight as can possibly be. Something those bed wetters don't computate fast enough in their minds. One day I had to change the retail order on DDP shots as those PL ASP's don't give two fucks about analinus. My main guy in Moscow is a real creep, he slams doors when your not looking and thinks that jack be nimbles are not into foreplay. I actually had to check on his word over the net as he began hardening up his name in Alice In Wonderland. Those goddamn Russians think their speaky is sacred like its worth a lot of money. They understand little about progressive forecasting. Intangible assets are the way of today, it has actually turned into a law in most civilized societies now that everyone sees ones own game. Assets are a lot more flexible and less malnourished than they used to rake up. Its a crazy bard when one starts getting clever with shit. My own asset is based off how much ATF I get from cyberbees. Some of those birds are so small you can't even pick them up using mobile transistors. My ATF nut Lordzee12 gave me shit one day when those bees stopped moving, so I hit up his shakehouse thinking he wanted war. Fucking casebirds show up to Mickey's house later and start throwing nanoprobes into place. I was worried about it after twenty two hours of set engineer love and a bunch of DMT pills I bought off Ebay. What a bunch of wanking praetors I said so I took my EMP transistors and went off to fuck them up. There were over a dozen nanobugs sticking around Mickey's garden. Those plants were a grade A show and I wanted to make sure they weren't capoed.
I do not understand why people are so weak about all this math. I perform this stuff every wanking moment meanwhile they boast about older systems with little to no asset in their money. This guy bar29 on hotkeys dot pen is so mentally challenged I keep thinking he's overweight there. The novita human is supposed to be sexy, not fat like a twentieth century transvestite sitting around on his computer all weak. I roll shit and pound shit, I don't play with words and scared bits of loss and came-or-gone creativity. What's worse than de-stock in case asset intersection? Not having a cause as there's no such thing as pennies or time anymore. Actually there's time but its all with a case of beer now, not some lame cryworth's lunchbox from 1966. Gas gets arms dealing now, but I don't care about that stuff so lets just leave it out of our equity and get bored per say. I got two sets of nanomites that make people lose weight. I use them both for utility autocapitalization funding. I hate it when the 'gaurunteed' stock starts getting sick with shit. I pay a lot of money for that refund to have its face redid and replied. What metamucile kinda did back in the 40s was save this drug paper that ethically changed their vile piece of garbage worth. Fine by me except what they did was make the target market more fanatically insane or something. Now I'm stuck with overshooting bond re-stock the lucky joke. Happens like a killer whale on seventeen kinds of pharmaceuticals. All I carry is a pack of farmeasy shta's in my travel trunk on the back of my Sender and nothing ancient happens.




Chapter 4


I've chronicled this, and I believe now that the answer to all the equitable liability on sine wave pulses are insubstantially unsophisticated and need de-stock backing. My theory on the syntax of this premineral stock I should say is quite utily paid for if done correctly. What was done back in 78 was a complete overhaul in communication language as satellites became more powerful in monolateral autosensis. This was due to the growing number in syntax synthesis throughout the 50s and 60s. People started putting heads on and growing out of this canned misery people still want these months of torcher. I've been all ears for this history as the price in game fluctuates quickly especially in darkness. Lordzee12 made trouble one time with his laser gear on a punk geezer gone insane. The truth is I don't know how many nanomite trackers that slave had but he sure was pissed when he entered a bathroom in Latina. Far from fiction, this guy got faceburnt by Lordzee12's english. Fuckin slammed I should say silentguy style.
Well, on with the earnings. I was kind enough to give the triads some butt money. Those bastards refuse to grow synthwear, I fuckin hate those baby pussy licks like they get so mad at me for saying the simplest shit. They are some of the few humans left who didn't accept tax treatment, now their lost and have no future. At least some groups anyways. Some evolved some didn't, depending on the opinion. The ones that did got even more tight in the anus. They'll fuckin steal everything from you your mind, your life, your spirit, your name, everything. I hate Asia alltogether somedays as its a pretty big dump there. Many countries there don't even accept nanotech as a passion primetime play. They suffer hard for it too, especially the Pakis and Arabies. The Arabs are even worse about that shit believing it to be some kind of disease or something. The rest of the world moved on to better, more reliable bliss and these Ram People still choose to live like their devouring themselves. I hate dealing with Arabs, their a fucking nasty dog whole. They communicate using "non invasive" technology of which all of it is junk and fluncked to waste. Talking to them is like trying to talk to a brick wall, harvesting them is like trying to pry a tazer out of a pauper's cup. Fuckin stubborn stubborn lisps..The Japanese are similar, "Oh we are like this like whatever.." Yeah that's why your sons and daughters get treated like whores and deeply rooted projects fucking dogs. The Japanese are screwed up like those triads; like they think their kings and stuff. I can't wait till we invent a missile one day that we can just fire from space and release random amounts of nanomites in the air. The human race is gonna grow up one day weither they want to or not. No one not one single Japanese cyborg or plant or pagan worshipping baby slur is gonna stop it from happening. In this world, as I've fraternally said, you either choose humanity or your weak and against your country. I'm glad those religions exist especially Christianity, those older religions do nothing but preach against progressive philosophy. The Jews are all on a mission now like they think that its the end of their lives or something. I heard a story of this old lunch freak who was a Jew apparently and he shot four of these pets being driven mad by whatever. Then he went off and killed this novita in a blind rage like it was all in and stuff. My sensors one time picked up this scent, some kind of pheramones as it came off as oil. This was back in Gar241, at least thats what my trackers said anyways. But yeah this bitch followed me down the stool streets so I pulled out my gun and looked for a face. Nothing, what a blame I should have been. My gun carries stock bloods, real nasty when your not tough enough to wear studded armour. I used it to knock this highguy dead while I was putting Defeat on. What a shame that must have been.