Add satire to fund the leisure of mismeasure
Scene by scene the discordant treasure wants to be seen itself, happy
No words for misdemeanor of thought
No words for sputtering cough of cystoma
In loose discord, memory lapses
Ablated memory, still
Listless, wanderlust
Crypt and beehive
Numbers rotten
All in all
Having forgotten to pace, I was walking
But not forth like I was walking
But not to memorize the tempo
As to the difficulty of the challenge rating
Lapses in on itself
Some others went where they went
It doesn’t matter too much
But that’s dismissive
Self-diagnosis is not diagnosis
So it synapses the lapses
Collapses
Bitter mistrust of obscenities
Not wandering farther than the last visitor
He is just taking notes
It is easy to hear thoughts
No wonder people like talking
Or whatever
Some times the professionalism isn’t recorded
But I guess you’re supposed to keep people In
It takes a while to adjust to strategy
Knowing what to disclose and what not to
So he lost his job
It’s not a big deal
Potato pillow fought
Under discriminatory policy
Yes, steps were skipped
It doesn’t matter all too much
I’ve done so much damage through art
Through attempted art
It turned into screaming
Rather one-sided
The apology is already too long
But boy do they want a lot out of me
They confuse the pronouns
And display wanton belligerence
Not confusing, ideals
Not confusing in the least
The least frightening of my nightmares
Is seeing coworkers self-harm
The least frightening of my time
Is walking back and forth over and over
Mistimes processors
The keys are lost
So they know they want to join
They do not
Density’s rabbit
Some others used to be able to get away with taking notes, too
I guess I’m not allowed to anymore
Mom bought me a notebook
She doesn’t actually want me to use it
Pixel dust in rhyme
Off by an iota
This time
Some fools like spirit
Some fools like north
Some fools know cardinality
Some exhaust easy
Then others glitch their hive
And matrix ensues
So it goes that the semblance of logic in this mannerism I wish to understand is not so well displayed
It is but often wandering that we sit like monkeys
Anger
Anger anger anger
Again
All the while
Others sleep
Distrustfully
But who knows where
And why
Rest is a luxurious good for the wealthy
Rest is just a state of mind
The social ladder is a metaphor, in the end
And sociologists will prove you wrong on it
Deep cognition is just a farce
Nothing is deeper than physical reality
When there’s a hole it’s deep
When things are confusing it’s more convoluted
So how can you compare the two?
Well, convolution utilizes a sliding window cross product metric of sorts
While tunnels are deep
And both rely on distance, one in motion, the former I suppose
To measure their impression
Neither is too stark
It doesn’t make too much sense
But I wish it could go faster
Faster was his name
Oh shit
Who knew
The apology must be twenty lashes
Slavery again
Ah well
At least I enjoy my plucky moments
I guess the horse is eating grass?
Discourse in the middle of class
How could you
And it was a c**nt
So go figure
Who knew
So many spirits want to get back at me
Let’s drain them and the reward will be an army of zombies
At our disposal
Then we’ll be good at cards
Then we’ll play Quest for the Gravelord
People do their research
Or just kind of shit around, rather
In dissonance the keys are stricken
This, too, is going for too much
No one seems to be impressed by the attempt at power
In sport
Anymore
Just don’t even try
Just be perfect
Like them
This one will stop Andre’s heart again
Is that a good or a bad thing?
I don’t understand why excitement would be confused with health issues
In language, they are
So specify
Whoops
I guess someone around here cuts
I just don’t know who
Seems most likely a brother
I’m not playing this game
Thanks for the gun
I hope you like the knife
Wiggles
Woggles
Whomps
Used to be stepped on
Used to being stepped on
Stepped on
Stepped off
Distraught
So many zombies
On their way
;-)
I don’t remember where I started
I’m just tired and don’t want to do this
There’s too much terrorism
The cat isn’t worth it
Canto canto
Cat naps all night long
What a party
No contrast agents included
So they say you have to keep going when you’re miserable
To dig out of the hole
Oh wait
So they like to
Follow by example
Lemmings or zombie slaves?
I prefer a loyal army of one versus the other, to be honest!
And that’s his proprietary trick
Greedily claiming personality traits
Who knows
I don’t even remember
Oh right
Forced genuine enthusiasm
I guess that, but he doesn’t wan to be a teacher
What age
What remorse
How much enenrgy hath a fly
When it buzzeth into the eye
And they all devolve
And divulge
And turn into terds which they eat
You too
Just for fun
Everyone is welcome to my time
Everyone who can handle turning into a fly
You all ghosts, you army too
I’m sure, Scoobie Doo
I’m sure propriety woos the strongest of asses
How filth
How misdemeanor
How will it read
Oh no, his heart is stopping again
Call a panic button?
What, that’s my norm
I’m dealing with it
I don’t put problems in others’ faces
They just like to slime around
Smear around
You’ll all turn into flies
Just watch
Oh shit more skipped beats
Oh darn
Disambiguation requested
At least no he probably will
Voice synthesizers
Not sure which direction
But it works elsewhere
Not that that mattress much
Colloquial dystopia
Better butter scotch remandment
No other way to do it but stamina issues
You know what?
I can handle being miserable for the rest of my life
Thanks
Enjoy the heart attack
