What?
It is the ultimate deductive a priori Whewell Spencer Wilson Bloom integration of scientific knowledge. This unified doughtnut of knowledge is by definition holistic.You are a doughnut, sometimes there’s a hole in the middle and you have lost your center, sometimes theres cream and sometimes theres fruit or chocolate. The truth is not exclusive, people can make up as many truths to themselves, no beliefs are always right, because they are just representative metaphors, not the fundamental generator axioms of the unified fluid sorce aether wave field interactive process called the universe.
There is the environment, and there is myself. There are 7 billion other technomonkey performers. The strong do as they wish and the weak suffer what they must. I wrote a mentally ill psychotic book for a in an insanely comprehensible universe. The OmniMovement, god is the ultimate metaphor, leave it along the pimples before more bad stuff bubbles up, and respect my business model even if I ruin culture society language intelligence, most people are basically livestock that can follow directions, the elite elections, knowledge is half the battle, wonderful obscure details,these ideas generated in a concentrated light = heat tanning session, know your role and find your niche, you can judge the passing of time from the totality of your past and yet to come. Ob-vious is without seeing. Stay legit, don’t fuck with my business model. The delicious deliberation as we attempt to spread our ideas and genes into the environment, physical information patterns- organization, as our butterfly effect crash into each other across the globe, as our thoughts join in synchrony on the football field, as our bodies swim in harmony on a summer day at Lake Lorelei, as organic sno-cones produced automatically on GpowaPlants entertain the masses with sexual violence, a sacred profanity held dear to our capitalist society.
Waiting in the ether to form, feel, kill only to die, the delicate nature of our fragile mody
There is the environment, and there is myself. There are 7 billion other technomonkey performers. The strong do as they wish and the weak suffer what they must. I wrote a mentally ill psychotic book for a in an insanely comprehensible universe. The OmniMovement, god is the ultimate metaphor, leave it along the pimples before more bad stuff bubbles up, and respect my business model even if I ruin culture society language intelligence, most people are basically livestock that can follow directions, the elite elections, knowledge is half the battle, wonderful obscure details,these ideas generated in a concentrated light = heat tanning session, know your role and find your niche, you can judge the passing of time from the totality of your past and yet to come. Ob-vious is without seeing. Stay legit, don’t fuck with my business model. The delicious deliberation as we attempt to spread our ideas and genes into the environment, physical information patterns- organization, as our butterfly effect crash into each other across the globe, as our thoughts join in synchrony on the football field, as our bodies swim in harmony on a summer day at Lake Lorelei, as organic sno-cones produced automatically on GpowaPlants entertain the masses with sexual violence, a sacred profanity held dear to our capitalist society.
Waiting in the ether to form, feel, kill only to die, the delicate nature of our fragile mody
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