Little days spent doing erratic things of today’s nature satisfy me to no end, I wish I knew why or how or when bloodprints translate into sex and is roughed up into ecstatic uranius bliss but I wish I knew a lot of things I didn’t ever never will know, like who the fuck killed Kennedy and who the fuck George Orwell was really talking about in newspeak, & for that I suppose I’m doubleplusgood but wait—
Now the goverment tells me I’m doubleplusungood.
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