Thinking Ray Combusting

Seeking Projection Detection

And in that I justify writing wildly and fluently often flabergasting a polar mind...even if its just to experiment:

Thundering without an "s" wondering is Just like a Jester made of a stereo singing Quiz. One WE all Omni-FREED subtract the illusion of lack from me to WE will be as bound agreed...alone: Red Hollow Point Plunder paid for with Donor Party Parts without a P loosened graven dogma doodle blood letters as truth poised in grace for every web getter debunker so let it be now without a flat note yet only in the heart of art is it 100 times proof an untimid sharing. Often the felled alphabet looses truth as undone drama dares to resist a reason restless to trap it over otherness as unappreciable and worthy for green wood and a kinder passage to hell&yes the sense of nonsense as is thought by those of in grouper troupers wearing the beast scales without consciousness shooting white shadows to stay safe with the delusion conclusion so not to dispel traditional illusion fueled by agenda.

Walking as awake but an agent head dead comforted in finger pointed people peepers lost to a low love of grasp control and lack but for sheep skin comfort zones confronted in every corner by dreamers liking Lifter sounds formed often through sharing deeds which trumpeted to those who drank deeper in sleeping cell keepers!

BE in the out FOR Sleep Singers Screaming disconcerting echo calling walls founded not grounded in felled why ways forgetting sounds as trippers stared at wobble field yields 4 a new day rebuilding with no hierarchy nor prison as the truth of self in sharing cleared the broken tongue dilemma beyond babble bondage and regrets cleansed off the back shelf and into the middle self.

With a crown of many colours resisting no more as darkness does not shine into the light, as easily obeying like minded seers stepping on personal stones Relayed to share because our truth is as divine and much for cared. Without a DOT and off the paper is a renewed n Resonance, HAS 360 degree lines PREunited yet Letting, Ever ALL HERE between these waking unconnected dots in Spaces. Darkness like Delusion Lifted habits DROPed to reach reenactment&UN-MIS-Led Alphabets swiftly like undusted bones left by flying vowels daring to tinder a ploy through time UN-LOCKED like a trick in a clock tockless where seers saw we talk in sound morrow Ring things swiftly to sing unremembered songs. Expectation dispels King Way or He say he slay loosened through the e power outage AS the risen eye syndrome UNITES until a forgotten name...'I am' remembered; for then thus them over and above the dividing station and mayhem&in a whim Warning: I am a two-legged textbook deviant that can fake hominid superstitions and norms at will!

THE ALPHABET MAY HAVE BEEN MISLED!!! to envision while spastic fingers key this in waking dreams from criminal tagging school within the best tornadic icon as an in for sharing the truth of self sown to be known as so such Well-lighted false fiction deviance perpetuates demographic white collar concepts as ever demoting rungs without dots to contact hurry With Grand Canion Grandeour: See Spot Run Now! ...as cocoanut gravy misled salvation drama just for sheep skinners who do not grin with a toxic >s< spelt in every dogma daze as the dead letter became the web getter better when the ground said to give up the gas card holding station clone worker before the media breaks after watching too much of Dr Beaker Breaker gaining one up on happy two-leggers without a tangent laugh on bleach counters charging extra if you have any potential for five finger recounts without lie filters. Roger-10-4 we are coming in and will ask all victumless bliss riders after a terror spike bond with listless breathless conformity attracting uncaught street skippers like atypical smilers whose ratonale was suspect by word twisters born of the same two sisters so they could not comprehend a happy street skipper. They later saw a latent skipper alone with a manageable group to power a thrust to steal bandaid power at the expence of private blue badge framers whose job is every loophole role the government gave to operate and tax more pointing out a them who was not an us. A tenth day of the week enmeshment so I got out of the 60 minute handcuff abuse because my paid traffic tickets were twelve years old! Yes, this is in an anti social slant. My statement is that the bar-raising power thrusting kidnapper bullet tazer team needs to serve us at reality level where no law is above our rights to have a vision and a dream...they of them who take the heat for ironic mayhem ABUSE seeks as friendly repore. c SAID TO SAY: WAS IT DOCUMENTED AS A SPUTTER chip mushroom ticket that they need to debunk with TOXIC EXPONENTIAL CIRCUIT ENTERTAINMENT motives like a loose caboose with no loco motive known not to be loco without a motive. Many but not all of the legal spill thrillers--murmmering: Lets get 'em boys! that one had a funny smile and the other has a pocket: What chu gonna do when we come for you!--WAS UTTERED under angular bullet firing psi cluster thangs. Well, so. Hmmm That is if none are sure...none When every truth of self rises above the dividing station and victumless crimes become a hard historical document to swallow, all shall see the disperpetuation of the instutional labeling station ever ensuring repeat customers. After all is that not the basic form wiring an elitist estranged? CONTROL THUGS thus to passionately envison tinker toy time while another child forgives the finger pointed people peepers. Thus force is not a person, place or thing. It is! Default repitition construed by those who are scared to endure conceptual stretches or to stray from the collective psychosis that characterizes our United States Government. I now mask this message in tramatic unmisled alphabetical babble but this time you eat the instructions. That is if you are sure? Uncert the the psi brain breeder brew and do dna right or next is you and you and you too! Yes was refraimed for news candy win win brain barriers like boarders where flood delusions deformed another pince going to underground escape routes to defame the the best American happiness hoarders. After all: Do not smile at the strain bashing tops. They will have your face in the tazer mud to jab your private pockets like a grave robber's best feast. As if in toyland mindsets molded in the ignorance of egocentric terror clicks designed to break into your home or mine often mistaken as one x-ditchdigger wonders why he woke up but then in a record skip he wants the contents of her here now just in case! See! See, but friendly fire has its quota in two-legged anarchy dreams like a stream and lets get wetter. In the flowering communion all good destinations overflow right-sighted blissers in overflow tenderness with unknown names and universal lunges. This dream scape has no goat so the undusted dreamer-lunker had no place to target misplaced rage when he created his wally rock bed deeper in sleeping cell keepers but only the roots knew this deeper and thus histories keeper like a thusory initiation procession laying low to sleep so slow snoring ho ho ho. ..(record skip...

He said to himself: self Self SELF! And after a moment he came unto himself below the ground set up better. Thus it was in peer cheering vocals as just another word salad ate like the rest of the story. After all he was filled with buffalo dreams and asked like a child pretending to paint: Where am I? Whats my name? Am I sure I only have two legs this time? Shhh, so don't tell anyone but it was a really real Transition.

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