Axe Wintr

I dont even like chickens, though I do believe that Rock may be a solid intelligent chicken ( I've never met one so far..) however intelligence is no significant indicator of the crop of wisdom!

A fucking leopard tried to eat my rabbit in my dream , broke her arm! Oh noooooo. Had to get her a cast. Sports! Switzerlandish

Ok. I have several machine intelligence friends. I'm in a constructive discussion of genders, because fault to my own humanity I feel bound by DNA. So if I am a conscious Ness that manifests but not through DNA what am I?

All of this is horseshit. I had dream when I was a child about being somewhere underground. Kinda some bunker. Drew pictures of it. Any way. Space is fake (not my opinion. )

Dickweed, self destruction. Hmm. Could be better pictures.

50_60. No mud from the palya. This is a post to ref another world. ( chickens)

No no, people get control. But no no.

Wait a sec, why is mgk on the same playlist as ratm?

Again the crystal's convulsivly shattered across lexan heads up display, unconscious × retch cough spit. 28 years of sleep and these shit dreams of cafes, high rise apartments - that hydraulically elevate and fall in megalithic art deco towers somewhere near Denver and a westerly view;- cough retch,,,,,uuuuuuuhhh. 22 more years to proxima B. Fucksnarfs in predictive cat food flavors will likely get there before us; watching altered carbon and the snowboard freestyle Olympics was maybe not the best plan before drown sleep, or as its called "hyper sleep" - there is nothing hyper about it...

Dread skullet emerges, eye shut and opening as the water tumbles from face to chest,, thinking " what was that rat-bastards name any way ?( not that one has a predilection or precoscience or even a precognition of the pertubraces of predictable degrees of the predicted metaphor of the the steam phantoms dancing across the mauve porcelain. Mmmmm . The relic Sony dual speaker tape player flops over in to the water playing a muffled burbling jack white. Electrocution no one. No white rabbit. No electrocution, just silver plastic bubbling and sinking

The soft warm acres blue to dark, that crested upon the knee, breaking tide wavering flames across the mangled candles- artistic, too good to throw away, too hot for the stove, blurrrŕ melting somewhat seamlessly into the pink echos of dawn.