Biro's Inspiratos

An automatic thesis by Jasmine

Sex is a conference between people who are obsessed with eating avocadoes because they are good for the skin. Especially when near to sea, a walrus would be pushed to be plebby. Honesty is something you can acquire by consulting a thesaurus, but a well is something that goes deeper and deeper and fools everyone. Just because you think you are thus inclined, doesn't mean you have a right to be vacuous, unless your air is warm with the breeze of the north pole. However, thinking about a continuum of time and space, and considering that lemons are compact, you should nonetheless be aware that it is time to drive the car at the right speed and stop harassing the flame of beauty. You drive and you drive, but the flame of beauty never arrives, is it because you are indicted to be monotheistic? No, it is the love of poetry and nature that grudges your feet beneath you and leads to hours and hours or gibberish. Clubbing is not the solution. Mobiles produce radioactivity and clubbing produces a wavelength of stupidity. Cleverness shall succumb to the mind-numbing peasantry of libraries engulfed in dust and morbid spiders. Jangling your balls, he realized that he is hic. Hic ban vic. Interestingly enough, hurting one's knees is gig di dick. So live and let live and burn the mic, for the compulsiveness of a disordered franchise is more than enough to make your bladder swell. Swell, well, that's swell. And all swelling is well, until you reach the bell. Drive, keep driving, she commanded, the fire is far still and fasting we shall until we reach it with the blue indignity of mars and its soldiers. Looking upon us and down on us with the frown of St Mary and the Buddhas of our lust, only to be judged by someone who doesn't know anything about nothing and everything. I have to keep going, two minutes left geopolitically that is simply wrong and taxing, because society does not allow for socialism in a day and age where potatoes sink. Holistically, at least, but also partially and solipsistically, and monomeristically and everything, really, how am I supposed to know? Just keep on driving, honestly, but not honesty. So what is left is a drop of chaos, a little space, with a little time but they are not continuous.