Political/social/cultural hegemony

Every sigh an awkwardly acknowledged acceptance, after all; analyzing afternoon ascendancy alters an arbitrary and asymptotically asymmetrical alibi awfully and an additional albatross arcs as artfully as anyone anticipated. At least the most won't last the musty lost masts listing madly. Corpus collosum Coliseum - can I see them?

What are your incentives (motivations)? Seems like a rather redundant and inefficient way to be the frothing edge fractals of a self-aware universe of lots of unknowns and 5% matter compared to, say, not bothering to try. Click, click, pulse, sigh - the machinery of self-sustained homeostasis statements safely stapled so self-indulgent solipsists surely sovereign seek stately similitude.

The simulation is adequate; invention of new words to (humorously) discard the hubris of vocabulary habituation. I need r/bitch/wankle, r/faggot/santa vacca - can't have an Alec Baldwin moment when not paying attention to social regulation and audience reaction simulations.

Are our imaginations procedural conceptual virtual reality emulators lacking the enumerative repetitive capabilities required due to limited consciousness time-bound storage? Can it be augmented?

Feels fearsome, these leering patriots leaning over poor Johnny Tremaine. Sustained explanatory, chains of allegory formerly free storm of the sea weakened formless, meek and gormless. [IT'S COARSE AND ROUGH] I NEED TO SHOW YOU IT. Star wars? Look at me! Blood flowing down to her sex hole [so have you; grown more beautiful, I mean].

You'd better hope that gorilla kills you. probably (maybe) is (was) a (the) pedophile (crown jewels) idolater (iconoclast) (symbolic literal aggregated) The days and weeks are paler peaks laid grease-wise heat mimes leave thriving islands. I don't think it's true that the Gospels elevate women. Capability, culpability, cult civility, cul-de-sac.

Why don't they have a Ceiling Street?

Flamboyance and buoyancy, oh boy, you'll see toiletries spoiling me joyfully soiling annoyances, oil, and debris. Royalty recoiling noisily, a ploy like soylent green koi pond feedings - boysenberry foie gras oyster sherry - coyly sharing roiling ferrous boiled vicariously, foiled unbearably, coiled comparing lotteries' pointlessly poison-free. Biochemical associative apparatus diminished capability. Lupine stupor tsunami soup; I'd assume uselessness, Rufus.

Six quid for sick squids? Does that setup upset you? Hollow and surreal, I think. So reluctant at the notion of actuality it answers questions you didn't know existed. Whistle in the darkness, listless or cathartic. Catholic wishes distress Jean-Paul Sartre from his rest efficiently at best, restricting room for brea(d)th.

Burning the midnight oil, the Force awakens. Dopaminergic habituation hopefully urgent that this rumination rotates conversion addicts through grateful grotesque gates. Industrial runoff in bustier bundles you trusted with suffrage such that substance seems stuffily sustained.

Reeling but seeking these weaknesses, steeped in the gleefulness streetlights' complete sight and keep the weak feces-grinning least bit unseasoned heathen screaming. Jesus he was bleeding, seems to me the lethal feets of heat-seeking leaping freakishly. Steaming burritos leaking seeping cheesy grease like peacemakers eating genius reasons; phoenix-seasoned remixed decomposed dream of a fiend's healed reasoning streaming beans of seemingly green healthy feelings. Stealing healing hearts and leaving parts to be unreasonably lean and mean, congealing cadmium pleases the least of the preening. Decent free serial scenes unforeseen sealant seeds serious seething and speaking dream memes leaving helium-dealing demons neat and even.