Profundity

No one ever uses the metaphor of constipation for writer's block even though most people only talk shit out their mouths like an episode of South Park.

The shadow of mortality lengthens as the sun approaches the horizon.

I need a new elevator speech, but first I need to figure out who I am. No, that sounds like some Life's Little Instruction Book bullshit. I need a new elevator shaft.

Ask your doctor and help make tomorrow possible. Or else you die. Actually, you die either way.

round in the middle, hounded a bit, the sound of acquittal making the best of surroundings

bounded and brittle, pounded the fiddle, gown is a little lengthier than it had sounded

plenty of works are astounding, first of the wicked, burst with a prick and thirstier than a stick

when these commercials get loud the worst kind of dick is nursing afflictions worse than addiction

What was I saying again?

Ah, that's right. Sinister lies and tornadoes.

It's extremely unlikely that you'll recover the original from these. Or will you? I'd pay a dollar for an algorithm that could reverse engineer what a machine has learned.

Parched lips too dry to prime the pump, but maybe I just need a glass of water.

Rhyme engine falters, time again halted, stymied and tolerated, combining exonerated, stop smiling and don your grey bib as rocks fly in cadence; mock my pervasive obnoxious inflated toxicity based in less oxygenated Stockholm compression and not learn a lesson complex as an awkward question? Yes, then we'll express jocular effluence often in retrospective sessions concealing regret from our brethren.

Simulation artifacts and stimulation architects

Your perception is significantly less precise than this recreation.

Often, generic information is deemed as knowledge but does not relate to existing configurations in the organization. Wherefore dost thou maintain the masquerade?

Celebrator Rex: Y'all still reckon to step in my session while effluent pestilence extrudes with such prescient prevalence? Executed for defection, the ghostly remnant host condemns explosives sent remotely to provoke these folks to open fire so we can extol freedom.

Welcome to the Titanic. Here is your paddle. Turn this ship around or you're fired.

Temper Mental Toaster is victorious... for later too.

Oh, my God, I'm feeling sick!

repeatedly seeking these weaknesses, steeped in the gleefulness
street lights complete sight and reap the weak feces-grinning least bit unseasoned heathen screaming,
"Jesus he was bleeding, seems to me the lethal feats of heat-seeking leaping freakish steaming feet and burrito peels 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 heathens' hearts and leaving parts to seem unreasonably lean, mean, and steaming mad
feeling sad, congealing cadmium pleases the least of the preening seamstresses
reading reasonably decent free serial scenes leaving unforeseen clean careening sealant
seems seeds of serious streams seating and speaking
keeping dream memes leaning helium-dealing demons neat and evenly teamed

Unfamiliarity

It's difficult to remember to forget to give a shit sometimes. It's frustrating how difficult that proposition is to frame in this choppy hacking crazy Germanic language. Design and functionality grow unrelated as the gulf between perception and measurement grows.

Who are you again?

Seismic Offerings

White ensconces leaves, a reasonably righteous long decree. High democracy types won't offer me likely awkward nitrous-proffered heightened philosopher likeness. Stopping the brightest off to my right, unstoppered scenic lights bounce off your white dress.

He replies, "Yes, but with my stress, could you like this? Not if I'd guess."

"You're just frightened" said his microscopic rightness hidden deep in my chest. "But I like this inner violence! Don't deny it!"

Yeah, you're right, kid, you're the mightiest of my resistance, likely instances like this compel my lips to write their gifts that might be missed while hybrid myths and viruses deny me this.

Whose life is this? A wife and kids and cycling with them tykes? What men don't like pretending silence isn't quite a prison? Might he listen? Slightly stiff, but fighting the unlikeliest of crises doesn't right this love-and-life miss.

Who could find this lucid, bright, confusing type of beauty like lightning crashing, ripe with passion, spryly half the time she's laughing quietly as life goes past, but like her dad she'd fight no matter how high walls seem to rise. She cares for me - I, who's barely alive like half of the time - with nary a sigh!

So rarely does my apparent disguise, arrogance while staring inside, fail to describe the terribly frightening, scared but enlightened barrier-hiding bear who'd like to be there in your eyes, and the air and the light sing unbearably brightly.

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.

Blind to Colorblindness

Defuse the engineered narratives of political consensus resulting in whistleblowers punished more harshly than criminals.

Your opinions on current events are non-factual rough-hewn backwards-derived associative heuristic simulations designed to express your values. 

Discard your allegiances to imaginary tribes and admit to yourself that your certainty is a farce. 

Reject the in-group mentality conjured in your mind by the narrative makers' hand-waving.

Memories are re-imaginations based on sparse data and your assumptions and beliefs about yourself. 

You unconsciously avoid complicating your self-image with confounding information.

Depression improves self-assessment accuracy.

Huh? Bitch, you a shinto null. Mellow design ever kerosene, aberrant ill come pleat fur. Vent at tractable for rest in habit tents under knee, the serf is hurt Eddie, barely dings trait for word.

Habituation tonal melodies.
I never care. Oh, seen a bear?
Until complete fervent attractable forest inhabitants
Underneath the surface is her teddy bear leading straight forward