How can one picture change the world? How can one middle finger can ruin relationships? How can one spoon kill a random guy randomizing pictures of Adriana Lima in trousers and a top? How can one become two without any addition or multiplication of the same opposite number? How can google googled my name in less than a second? Questions that are never answered are answered in a way how one should ask a questionable questions in a quest for blood and glory.
As I sidetrack the subject and topic of Subjectivity, I object the cruel idea of abortion. Abort the mission right now or I will fly to space and abort it myself with a sledgehammer and a government of bodies of soldiers that never fight a real war but instead trained in a simulated area like Po. Tukang. Combat Engineers and Doctors couldn't fix the problem of a sick kid who lives in a mad city full of concrete jungles and fake jungles. Deforestation hurt me, internally, I'm lacking of inspiration to breathe and live my life to be great and infamous like Mobb Deep. Deforestation hurt me, internally, I said it twice, internally bleeding of ideas to power up my dream of whipped cream on my face when I do the moon walk to eternity in outer space. My outfit of the day is made up of genuine leather and a fake leather which I fought for, that makes me look tough and gay at the same time.
I'm possessed by the thought of making my own ice cream. A mouthful of flavorful flavors bursting inside your mouth like fireworks in the sky at noon. Maybe it's a glitch to have fireworks in the day, but I would like to see that happen to cross out one line off my bucket list. Tear out this webpage and make a paper plane and throw it out the window of your 10th floor apartment and be a little bug. Wipe away your dried tears as they make you look old and weary and teary. I'm tired to accept the reality of being the protagonist of my own show, shoving away all the antagonist in harms way with my 3 weeks-trained-arm. I'm the director, the spectator and the main star, I'm just living my life making wishes underneath these shooting stars. I know they lost their way in the galaxy and I'm not talking about the shooting stars. Start a race at the finish line and end it with a loud bang of the handgun and start with a foul. I'm thinking straight before I got to sleep, drowsed by the drug call Power I took a few moments ago. A few pills won't hurt you,especially when you're seasoned to the seasoning in seaweeds at supermarket on the top shelves of the dried goods section. 24 hours a day is enough to make love, seek forgiveness, make a change, donate to charity, practice hydroponic, be a volunteer and write to the government on facebook to lower the prices of housing so birds can afford their own house. I'm not a bird but I can fly, a kite as high as the sky, is not the limit when you have NZT. How to write the next sentence is the question but I answered that with the construction of this sentence. See how I just did that with some repeated letters, yeah go back and read it twice. I write with no aim but I am not aimless, I just fired two men at my destination. The consequences are dire like fire, especially when you start playing with fire, liar, I just call your bluff, but this is not a game of cards, this is serious, this is much bigger than the elephant in the room, this is the Art of Words. Word.