The ticking clock

I usually get bored when looking through spectacles to see what I’m up to, so I sometimes deign to make the decision that results in taking them off. Now if I’m right and the world seen in natures light is not good but in that is also good such as in the case where if ‘something amiss’ says the event can be reduced to a ‘falling’ then we have the retardation of the field of this event. First, we look an item and next we look at the looking at of the item and next look at the looking at the looking and then we find we are looking at ourselves looking at ourselves looking at ourselves and essentially finding that we find we are looking at ourselves looking at ourselves looking at ourselves and then we think that’s disgusting, is that the best you can do? And we find that we are looking at that thought and finding that we are looking at the finding that we look and find we are looking at that thought.

Let’s just say you had discovered some stoned monkeys which had been getting stoned from your stash. It might be the case that such behaviour should be encouraged since they got the idea from you and eventually turned out to love doing such a thing and if they want to be high all day then the outcome is surely stoned monkeys for dinner. And I’m not alone when I say that the geometry of the flavour of the monkeys cooked is special to that which has the property of the function of other supplements such as cocaine. Bearing in brains we envisage innocence through a utility of monkey mind, thanks to granddad it just might be the gastronomic delight of promise. I also thank granddad for keeping an eye on what turns out to be well done banana loving helicopter riding money mind. Here we have a stoned monkey mind that’s not too tasteless and you know the score people think is now glorified will certainly ask for to put a mushroom sauce over it, surely they will. And furthermore, something else brilliant is that today the British government legalised armed robbery. Yes, we are now supposed to be allowed to go into any establishments and hit them for all their cash, which most would sensibly object to even if they were Tories. But then when they have started making guns with gold you would go on to suppose that that’s where the money is made. And what if we find that when we eat the stoned monkey his brains have been like gold? All I want is a monkey in my belly and a golden gun. And the fact is that if we want, we actually can take things slowly at first but then we’ll gradually get bored and we’ll go back to having psychotherapy for the desire to breathe. It is very descriptive when our descriptions describe what we described in the name of adjectives and this is where you take the complete prescription in the name of chemistry. I am talking about why you never speak when there is so much we have to talk about, and your reply would say nothing because actually, I lied.

I lied about armed robbery being made illegal. But not until I’ve told you I am writing this to say that there is a possibility that teaches we need each other. The papal distinction rings a bell as it reminds us of déjà vu which to be reminded of then gives us déjà vu and consequently it happens daily. I remember very well when I wouldn’t do what I was told, except sometimes, when it was ironic (which happened to be almost all the times). But this never gave me déjà vu, so it must have mattered mostly unevenly. I never knew what that meant, but where the good go will shine its arrow of shining direction simply as a timing not rhyming. This would be the unfortunate lack of belief we never spoke about before. I’m very infatuated in my reasoning I hope you’ll find.

God I’m so bored now that I have failed to sneeze. You don’t know how elated I feel after I’ve sneezed. I’m actually sick, don’t you know? I’m a manic elative. I manically elate. This is good because I like to feel elated as it elates me, which has an elative effect on my relations. Some even believed that I could be cured, and it ended up that I would be and I changed from being a manic elative, to manically normal. Whatever drugs they give me, they can’t seem to take away the ‘manic’! Oh an I’m daily apologetic for the name of the post for it has nothing to do with anything, unless taken to be a metaphor for the way things have become around here.

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