high frigga tose diet, high in sugar, high in thoughtfulness, high in dismantling the essential core of keeping it together. if you ever raid a party be sure to steal all the doritos and hornitos beer. do this as to disturb the host of the party in such a way that they’ll never host a get together again. its not really about stealing the larger, big money items, its more so about nipping away at the smaller snack food items. its the small things we steal in life that end up and stay on the minds of our hosts. larger items are like larger quantities of dead soldiers, it lasts a day, then it’s off to libya, off to egypt, and all the rest in a long line of military peg points.
it’s not that you’re wasting away, you’re just chemically altering your dna at such a rapid rate, that no one is going to sit around to really monitor your status. save yourself is the last amen left! because as the sun intensifies and surges up everyone’s kundalini spine module, each person is left with boat loads of self discovery. never expect other souls to gather around your death marching as if you were heading up some kind of kumba rumba party of sorts. eat your chemicals, work your shifts, suck down the corn syrup, and then one day your body will never die off! won’t die off because of the millions of preservatives you managed to dillegently cram down your throat, out of a thrifty nature you adopted during the “lean years”.
if im braindead then all is well, im on to something better for myself. if you’re braindead all is not well, as only a few select few can handle a braindead outset. outrightly prescribed by the voodoo doctors of our time. don’t fret if this is turning out to be rubbish full of sidewinders and scrambled legs. don’t fret if your retirement money isn’t there anymore. it’ll be there when you’re energy is an atmospheric play thing and you have more soul sparkle then the saving drone of drones. it’s a matter of rhetoric that we compete and compete. daddy o
