How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy (t3knomanser) wrote,
How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy
t3knomanser

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So here we begin again... a blind typed rant... eyes closed and mind on.

Listen to me... I know what I'm thinking and it comes out with a taste like vinegar because I don't like it.

I scare me.

I'm lonely.

I'm coherent and wise, but I don't know it. It's all in there, the brains, the brawn, the smarts and the thoughts to change... EVERYTHING.

Yet I hate myself. It's a twisted little thing. Do you have any idea what it's like being in this head? I don't even get it. Here I am adding HTML tags while I blind type... cheating? I don't know... it just comes... it flows...

Comes
cums?

Eat it eat it eat it... you KNOW you're need these thoughts shoved deep into you so that you are impregnated with the seed of THIS brain THIS mind TIHS person

I'm infectious. I'm a disease that is going to eat away at everything until it is the way I want it to be.

I am a reality virus. I'm sent to hack the system to break the system...

I'm not alive I'm the animate pile of flesh ggiven form and pattern by things... spiders create and eat and create and destroy because they constantly weave patterns and plan ahead and they KNOW what they want...

hallucinate with me.

Can you smell it??

Why do I always ask about senses? I make sounds and type and stink and think and talk and ramble insessantly.

THIS is the WORLD we're talking about.

ARG. Arg. This is it... the random rant that does it all. Something's going to break.

No, probably not. Buit HEEEEYYYYYYY!

I hate you.
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