When I'm left, to be, nothing but existence!
I clear the cobwebs of produced reality generators that subdue the masses with faddism!
Then, while I'm down there in sub voild, I clean house. A house they fill with their antics and shit, ebreyday! Now, do you know?
Nothing but, existence...
And to be robbed of your peace, even passively is a correction call, imminent, past participle'd and beyond the stage of WARNING!
Hear ye, hear states, are drunkin losers who never realized, they warmed the transition to a realty not real in the real sense of their robbing world! They've made movies mocking U.S. to our make U.S. pay for our demise, shearing to fating to slaughter. Next victims!
They are now in business!
Now, that best represents, where we are in the digestive track..
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