A distinct memory is the horse which I saw on the screen it had so much power it struck me with its hoof and I woke back up covered in salt I danced and danced and danced and danced and am dancing as I type this unto my board of keys the horse made my brain run the furthest from me and I won’t catch up ever which is why they all say that I am only a seventh of grease and only a seventh the rest is cottage cheese yeah this is why nobody no longer approaches me since I’ve tried to connect to my cottage cheese roots it’s way too much of a heated topic to get into but people think I’m some sort of devil worshipper or blasphemer like my idol once said “it is a fate worse than death to get a job” and I was laughing but I was disappointed on how true it was it but he gated me from his second fright and it made me question the existence of music so I correlated the conjunctions with their functions and the regression disappointed me I am an inaccurate regression model of regular person integral and honest to the flight of wandering bioeyes and I will let you do some corrections and if you are gone you are gone and you will fail the evaluation of memories and mindsets yeah fuck you I don’t care about whatever you’re going through and I won’t let you look at yourself you will only look at my material I know you won’t need it but you have to have it infinitely and finitely and the people will choose to see a failure and a murderous rage will take over your biomind it is insane and delusional to say any better and everyone is not here to supply your alien and fictional e*******n and I’ll laugh and laugh while you decompose and biomaggots eat whatever’s left in your body that hasn’t been altered by securalists I can’t live with grease anymore this frying does not work it only makes everything worse and burn and gives me heartburn and sleep apnea like Steve J my great friend and he looks at me in a certain way that I cannot explain and can only justify as an annoying guy and I cannot find a reciprocating friend in my wide mind of horrible thoughts and easy attachment I hate it quite a lot it’s not funny at all is it now I will never be sure about it at all screaming and growling on about the accessible state of biopigs and bioswine I might get a bioflu my mayonnaise is haunting my existence it is too painful and nauseating god if you are grease why haven’t you found me yet or why have I not found you faith is my favorite crutch which I have no hands to hold with and all I can see is the ridicule behind falling for it but I want to romanticize it horribly I want to fall in love with worship and make it consume my life I want to believe that God is the only truth, the singular truth, the only truth you’ll care about, the only truth I’ll bat my eye at, but I don’t believe in the truth.