So you're hearing metal-things in your head..? Tikes!.. Trumpets, eah..?? Hmmm?? Soon you'll be hearing nukes, and tanks, and gunshots in North America.. and mile high waves crashing against skyscrapers along the coast of america... Toot... Toot, Tooty, Toot, Toot.. Toot Toot... You haven't got a clue about how to work the mind for anything, do you... You employ an absolutely priceless unlimited unrestricted "god" connected mind bio-computer only to inform you when it's time to eat, sleep, screw, poo, run, work, pee, regurgitate a conditioned opinion, cry, and laugh, and bully... The mind is a Lot more than that... You might add a little drum to the trumpets.. and maybe some flute.. and why not a few burps and farts too.. and foot-stomps are good... And there's all kinds of critter sounds too... You've got the makings of a rock star... Maybe you're another gifted Bach, or something..? You could write a trumpet and fart serenade, describing america's love for life...
Only the Insane can't follow this invisibility trick to success...
It actually works... It's written in our DNA for us to play with, and use for what ever it can be used for, like to hide when hiding in full view is needed to survive an evil... It actually works... A few seconds after the flashing white triangles, you are only a gray outline of your body, to spectators... They see right through you... I don't know the physics of why it works, but I found how to make it work, and we tested it downtown, on busy streets... The reactions were fantastic...
You'll never be able to do it... Your mind is switched Off.. You poor thing...
You can always jump up and down screaming obsenities as an alternative to grasping reality... Check out the chimps at the zoo.. They'll teach you how to scream, and what to say about reality... I can't help you... sorry...
So you're hearing metal-things in your head..? Tikes!.. Trumpets, eah..?? Hmmm?? Soon you'll be hearing nukes, and tanks, and gunshots in North America.. and mile high waves crashing against skyscrapers along the coast of america... Toot... Toot, Tooty, Toot, Toot.. Toot Toot... You haven't got a clue about how to work the mind for anything, do you... You employ an absolutely priceless unlimited unrestricted "god" connected mind bio-computer only to inform you when it's time to eat, sleep, screw, poo, run, work, pee, regurgitate a conditioned opinion, cry, and laugh, and bully... The mind is a Lot more than that... You might add a little drum to the trumpets.. and maybe some flute.. and why not a few burps and farts too.. and foot-stomps are good... And there's all kinds of critter sounds too... You've got the makings of a rock star... Maybe you're another gifted Bach, or something..? You could write a trumpet and fart serenade, describing america's love for life...
Only the Insane can't follow this invisibility trick to success...
It actually works... It's written in our DNA for us to play with, and use for what ever it can be used for, like to hide when hiding in full view is needed to survive an evil... It actually works... A few seconds after the flashing white triangles, you are only a gray outline of your body, to spectators... They see right through you... I don't know the physics of why it works, but I found how to make it work, and we tested it downtown, on busy streets... The reactions were fantastic...
You'll never be able to do it... Your mind is switched Off.. You poor thing...
You can always jump up and down screaming obsenities as an alternative to grasping reality... Check out the chimps at the zoo.. They'll teach you how to scream, and what to say about reality... I can't help you... sorry...
So you're hearing metal-things in your head..? Tikes!.. Trumpets, eah..?? Hmmm?? Soon you'll be hearing nukes, and tanks, and gunshots in North America.. and mile high waves crashing against skyscrapers along the coast of america... Toot... Toot, Tooty, Toot, Toot.. Toot Toot... You haven't got a clue about how to work the mind for anything, do you... You employ an absolutely priceless unlimited unrestricted "god" connected mind bio-computer only to inform you when it's time to eat, sleep, screw, poo, run, work, pee, regurgitate a conditioned opinion, cry, and laugh, and bully... The mind is a Lot more than that... You might add a little drum to the trumpets.. and maybe some flute.. and why not a few burps and farts too.. and foot-stomps are good... And there's all kinds of critter sounds too... You've got the makings of a rock star... Maybe you're another gifted Bach, or something..? You could write a trumpet and fart serenade, describing america's love for life...
Only the Insane can't follow this invisibility trick to success...
It actually works... It's written in our DNA for us to play with, and use for what ever it can be used for, like to hide when hiding in full view is needed to survive an evil... It actually works... A few seconds after the flashing white triangles, you are only a gray outline of your body, to spectators... They see right through you... I don't know the physics of why it works, but I found how to make it work, and we tested it downtown, on busy streets... The reactions were fantastic...
You'll never be able to do it... Your mind is switched Off.. You poor thing...
You can always jump up and down screaming obsenities as an alternative to grasping reality... Check out the chimps at the zoo.. They'll teach you how to scream, and what to say about reality... I can't help you... sorry...
If he only imagined he was twirling his finger in your bum, you would be wondering why it feels like someone is twirling their finger in your bum.. thaT far Up!..? OOooHHH YikerS!...
And should he want to rip your bum clean off, to mount it on a trophy-board for the rec-room wall, your bum would thus have vanished from where it used to be, and would be on the taxidermist's bench being deodorized...
He sees the world as a dead-bug collection... What species of bug are you?..
If he only imagined he was twirling his finger in your bum, you would be wondering why it feels like someone is twirling their finger in your bum.. thaT far Up!..? OOooHHH YikerS!...
And should he want to rip your bum clean off, to mount it on a trophy-board for the rec-room wall, your bum would thus have vanished from where it used to be, and would be on the taxidermist's bench being deodorized...
He sees the world as a dead-bug collection... What species of bug are you?..
You ain't that far away.. I see your gosh awful red couch from here...
You'll be a good addition to my bug collection.. but right now I have a few bigger ones to catch, jar, and pin... Your spot in the case is just about ready... Are you a metallic green scarab?..
What do scarabs eat?..