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Good. Now eat a fruit. A special fruit of best size and ripeness. A man will fill up with vigor. A LUCKY LADY go to THE CENTER. You are on a way to peace! HOOoRAY! Now yooouuuuuuUUUUUUU NNn
IT IS THE OTHER SIDE OF PEACE. This is a way to take a fight and put it onto a FIEND FROM BELOW.
There is a plan. It is going on. You will know it a part is yours to play, friends. When a time comes for it you will feel a push. You know this. Go to the place. You will find a fight. Eyes on every tree. In every sky. Ears that swivel to a sound. A smell FIEND FROM BELOW leave behind. The stink of nothing. Of quiet. The stink of the red smoke he leave behind, dust on a earth. Ash on a stone. A death a dead thing.
A quiet and juiceless bodie. We follow it and you go.
And the locusts did gas and bomb the everliving shit out of the CBs and the walkers and the worms.
IF YOU KNOW A MACHINE YOU TAKE A MACHINE. The fast metal is not anymore for you, but maybe it still work. Put it to a test. A fire is a thing easy to make. Fill it up in a bottle and light a match. GivvvvvVVVvve
Give Give a fight to a man from below any way you can.
Noblest thing is a sacrifice. Do not give it easy, but to do it to protect a family.
To protect a FRIEND.
To PROTECT THE CENTER.
A noblest way to give up a bodie. To leave a hole where it is known you once were a thing.
DRIVE a machine to them. Hit a machine. Climb to the top of a loud machine. Soak up a hot metal and tear
away a face. It come away easy. Beneath it a face like you. A scream, a kick, a bite. A FIEND FROM BELOW
fall. Maybe his juices come out. Maybe his PRESSURIZED CIRCULATORY SYSTEM CONVEYEd a thing to his head part and now he is a FRIEND.
Now let's get up there and kick some ass ."
Now is a time. A star is falling now. RED WORM turn away! Do not look. The sadness is feeling in a air. So hot. So many quiet. So many choke on a RED SMOKE. FIGHT.
It is for a PEACE. This is what a thing is of LOVE. Go to house of a FIEND FROM BELOW. When it is found it will be ours. He has many houses. Make them open. Make them free.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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