June 2013
27 posts
Did you know that by spelling the english word SOCKS outloud, you are also saying the spanish phrase Eso si que es, which means “it is what is is”.
My spanish teacher told us this last year and I will never forget it
can we say socks instead of yolo?
yes.
Mama, just killed a man #SOCKS
#españyolo
Infinite Divinity
Friction! I make the ice melt, hell. I’m big oil, the nuclear fusion of hydrogen isotopes. The history of lies wrote, the poisonous blends you buy to light up and smoke. The poltergeists in the coke. The fluoride disguised as hydroxide ions alive underneath the light in the microscope. Try and hope, you might like to die like a joke by the time your buried alive paralyzed by the dope desperately trying to move, but case closed you’re diagnosed by the pathologist as just another overdose. The Holy Ghost, I murder gay witnesses. Foreplay from the AK spray disarray, I leave many stray victims. It’s yoga the way I shatter vertebrates, dis-obey the orders given disengage. Rage in Nirvana, symphony of automatic weapon ricochet blissfully viciously it haunts ya. Mi armada es contra. So say sayonara. I’m the MK-ULTRA potion floating in the hopeless’ holy water. I am the father AND the author. THE ARBITER. Hallow be the saints ammo as it makes your armor burst. The dark and the light. The creation of satan, the black and white lie of what’s wrong and what’s right. The illusion of time, the delusion of dissolution in life, the interference line dividing the union of our minds. Two at a time, I gather animals. Goons in they prime. Rabid mandibles, bruises, and grime. This is the army I entwine and induce through subliminal use to do my crimes. Open your eyes, don’t you get it? Every person in this world certain of a purpose does my bidding. Divinity, I’ve received the recipe for infinity. Metamorphoses into the trinity. Sanctified producing visions vividly. Wizardry, emitting mystic beings whizzing mysteries infinitely throughout the galaxies. The expansion of EVERYTHING known to be gravitating from my alchemy. My anatomy infallibly attaching the veracity of magic mathematically into my DNA stream. Lucid being, I create these dreams. Subconscious scenes merging with my reality. God amongst man, plant, and beast. My word is proverb. When released, it resurrect the diseased. Bottled up in DNA data storage factories in quantity, a brand of my philosophies administered by commissioners of the distributor in pill or syrup form at your local pharmacy for a small fee. Killing sheep people instantly, flashes of Dimethyltryptamine permitting them the ability finally to be free! BITCH PLEASE ~
