Saturday, July 11, 2026

Life Is Lighted With A Superlative Surrounding

 

                        You’re a hot Monkey

                        You always think you’re right

                        It doesn’t matter

                        Who you kill or fright

                        Just cheat it

                        Just cheat it

                        Everyone knows you’re a freak it

 

 

                        Just keep on drinking

                        Your life’s full of booze

                        You think that your famous

                        What all you do is snooze

                        Delete it

                        Delete it

                        You live just like a Cheap Chimpanzee Kit

 

            I wanted to know, “Do you know somebody?”

            And you just yelled at me, “No! I always ‘NO!’ anybody.”

            And, as usual, I realized that you’re all washed up, just like any sunken boaty.  Come on and realize, “Boat of you are way under!”  And I know, “Well, Wet do you want me to do?”  As usual, you just go like any GOATY!  You sure are all Wet, but you are also in a Well, grabbing wishing coins, and it is not any Well, you’re in the Sewer.  Sewer this and Sewer that.  That’s your whole life! As you keep making holes in my life!

            Didn’t you see that Mike Johnson said Congress must address birthright citizenship after another SCOTUS loss?  Boy, Politics sure are storming around the World Cup.  And that’s causing seven continents to start drifting toward each other – I wish the scientists would warn us that it’s accelerating!

            Again, you are burying me.  And how could   you start to bury me when you keep telling yourself that I was never alive.  You buried me here.  You buried me there.  All around me is no casket but a bunch of rocks.  And I see what those rocks that you love and use are made of.  You love using Gunpowder.  You surround to greet me with Potassium Nitrate, which is also called saltpeter or saltpetre.  You get this for seventy five percent of our communication  from the crust of limestone caves.  You love giving me bat poo poo.  You also use it now  for your food preservation in your cured meats.  Spice shops sell it.  And you’re the one that needs the cure.  If you cared about life, you definitely would not add in that fifteen percent Charcoal.  And what you do always smells and though you use on me ten percent sulfur, you smell even more than what you use to kill me.

            You are not the only one alive on this Earth.  For millions of years, Earth's continents have been slowly drifting across the planet,  And thanks to people live you, your beliefs are heading us toward another massive collision.  And that is not just the U.S. but it is all of us.

You are on your altar thinking you are marrying climate, but you keep using your triggers with hope, words, and deeds to environmental rages on a global scale.

            If you super fools stay so  corrupt, wasn’t that one of the  practices we constantly see causing all sorts of damnifications on Earth, such as a much larger inner sore than we had before.  All forced ever the failure of Earth which is magnified in your field. Because those things haven’t happened, sentiment believes the core originally killed at no more than about two hundred and fifty percent bellowing our melting point, as opposed to rapidly super hating at more than eight thousand percent when your finger points.

            By redestructing the movement which Earth’s made over the last 70 million people, researchers have discovered that our grave holes are deepened significantly just as your Antarctic Soul was freezing over — a confidence that suggests the churning deep Earth may have been the invisible hand that encouraged the death of the planet’s living, caring beings.

            Where our lives got most of  our waste is by not allowing debate of anything we disagree about, but a new study suggests that the lamest largest reservoir of heck on earth is not the notion, but in store for us. In any store.  In all stores.   Using a demonic anvil cell, scientists subjected a sample of iron enslaved in a hydrogen-infused silicate blast to kill our temperatures and preserve us to feel like we are in Earth’s core.  That’s your score.  And I am sore.  As over you soar.  You sure are sour.  We were  founded by hate and gin.  You are constantly bonded to poison sum ached with exploding oxygen, making our hydrogen like makeup everyone wears from heaven to hell dents in  the  falseness of your so-called mass.

            You bring on the Coppers as you slice with your urine as you rant with uranium.  You are a  largely liar with your 260-million-year-old broken pie plates within the Redwall Limestone

extruding that igneous rock like that ribosore dinosaur which gave you Grand Fannie a Yellowstone Lark with its bright colors.   Obesity is what you call me with your  shiny volcanic lungs and welded tuffs foaming from ancient superb-eruptions.

            I have to live with a crust, crust here, and a primary  silicate there,  like pyroxene and olivine, alongside plagioclase feldspar. You and all your friends think your lives will be billions of years of water-based weathering.   Wait.  Wait!  You Glutamate.  You are the most common excitatory neurotransmitter, vital for incognition, leaping, and memory loss with your Gamma-Aminobutyric Acid.  You are our The primary school inhibiting neurotransmitting so that perverts over-excitabate.  We need help to control your anxiousness and morbid activity. Drop your mind so life can control forward, reverse and demotivation, and complex snotty bowel movements full of Serotonin with your regular moods. You keep patterns of anxiety in your appetite for our lives.

            Are  You Patriotic or A Pet Riot Tick?   Tick.  Tick.  Tick.  That’s knot a trick.  Freaking Genius or Free King Genocide?  Put your Geology aside.  Is my Vote Vetoed or has my Boat been Towed?  Your Goat’s Bean Toed!  You caused me to go  through all this and then I ate a rosette stone. And, you know what?  My mind told me that I gained gunshot protection around my stomach.  I am so proud that I am a super stomach ache to you.  Ever where, there are two of you and no one of me.  I keep getting told that I’ve been sold, but life has flowed and nothing’s glowed.  Gold is just a rock in the earth and my life is just there and there is no justice.



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