No one liked that house made of glass. It was destructive and full of punitive disease. Oh yes, please! I agree with this grievous way that we didn’t give a hay. All say ‘aye’ against this mysterious house, the house made of glass. Didn’t people say that the zombies stay in that house full of disease? We say that. Can’t we say that? Why shouldn’t we decide? For once a decision will be made about that situation. How many times have we never received any bling-bling from the right wing or the left, shing-a-Lingy. The situation has been shipped out of control. We have been left bereft because they have a cleft. Oh, doesn’t it seem…That way? Oh! Won’t you stay? Don’t you agree we can decide with anticipation and glee how they don’t matter to thee or thine, you and me. We can decide for them and their hem of unsewn dignity it seems. their unsung waist-land of heresy and dismay. To you and us as well how can one tell? You have the indecency to ask thine? Just be looking and judging and eventually dismantling because of our jealous-ok-ICAL shenanigans! We have been Shanghaied. We have no teeth left and our cheeks have holes. Our bones are disintegrating, and our hair is all pulled out. They even stole one of my booties. The other one is on display on my foot, though I myself put it on this foot and now I am playing. But I don’t like the accountability of saying that I made the choice to put just one sock on my own foot, so much displeasure! And fortunately, it’s their fault that they are at that fault line that is huge and, in the earth, waiting to separate, but it’s right under that glass house. Why will you not agree with me, with us? We all have to be on this ruination bus, altogether, protection equals joy, oh boy, the ruination bus of decision. our decision of how people live. How they dream. They dream for us, not themselves. They work for us, not themselves. They are continually installed and instilled in life by us, not themselves. They were born to us, not themselves. We get to choose what they like and how they think. We are on the brink of this joy, oh boy. Now spread the word, be a bird and spread the word about that glass house. We can say terrible lies, untruth and decay. We can say it in a way that puts our crimes on to them, so they are falsely accused. Falsely at fault over that fault that is under the glass house.
But they won’t agree to house false crimes they are YOUR real-life crimes.
No! we say they will. We just have to feed them that pill.
They won’t agree to your false will, young bill, of hate from last century,
No! we say they will. We claim ill will for us and you from them, are you in? We can claim they are zombies that came from that random hill.
But the zombie-hood came from your group isn’t that your daily soup? For your whole group? Aren’t you proud of that daily moop-shoop? They won’t take it on and then be expected to play that hoop with all of you moop-shoops.
No! we say they will because we say that are in charge of the zombies in that glass house. The glass barge that sales and floats at our will and instruction. Yes, that barge, OK Sarge?
Who gets the bill? Put it on that windowsill full of pain ha ha ha ha we are insane! And in love with ourselves. We ignite hate, fear and madness, falsehood and confusion.… Oh dear, look at my lesion! What is that blue mixture of fusion? It is for your parasites that are inside that mission, your current home that you never actually built or drew the schematic for. Oh! What a bore. Yes, I know we bought those plans at the store and then left those said zombies there to die with the rest of the evidence while we sealed the fence and then scaled the wall. we can! We stand up for our right to have everything for nothing and to steal from other people’s success. This gives us a needed and well-deserved buttress. Besides, we have the largest boots and suits that we have to use to break their glass house down. Please share this message to them from us because we have to get them to come round in agreement of their guilt for our sins, so we just say… OK! go to jail for our crimes and let us pillage your dimes while we look at the way we falsely shine as if it were true. Remember, we watch you with our precious metal while you starve and have to settle. We laugh at your disease and your rocket stove and kettle, while we have a steak and nettle. We put you there so that we could quietly laugh at the control we have over you and your settle. OK, will the zombies in the glass house believe what you tell them without proof? Or shall they find proof of your spoof? We have to convince them through censoring the information now we will not tell them the whole story. It is too gory. All they want to be is important so we tell them their daily score which is a lie made up by those given charge of daily statistics convinced too of their unimportance by giving them a low score so that the zombies who score low will be kicked out, but it’s all a lie.
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