actually that was a protest reference i made when your stakes fell apart and it pleased you to imagine something like a translation was happening even though that box wasn't going to hold much and everyone knew it cuz that's a fuckin promise, gross in the magic,

i did everything i normally do today only with less hands to feed, it's something we're getting lucky about with all these constellations easier to reach hanging like lamedrops at the tips of shitty leaves and for some awesome reason there's finally, finally less trees,

acting like there's no defining case for this case, tipping points, procedents, fine good luck but what'll U say when textmessengestate claims all your rights and what they are cause you don't know, hell ask this guy he don't know, better get busy drowning it's KNOW all over now,

i did everything i normally do today only with flailing jazz hands, Pronoughts, Calitanistan.