- FICTION AS METHODWelcome to my multi-fucking-stakeholder comfort sequence universe
gorgeous child of the information age radiant in the blue glow in
white light. You are indeed qualitatively gorgeous in your slow
deep longing for fast shallow. And sizing it up across rankings,
you are gorgeous sparkling mini-animation with all conditionals.
You, addressed, are gorgeous rating five-hundred excitement full
quotient. How fucking inappropriate to mention your ratings in a
public forum? Place your alphanumeric in the line indicated.
There are years of processor cycles going into this. It’s
impossible to attach a number to it nontrivially. Mix up the
entrails, the longing and tenderness parameters. Nothing can hold
us to an undo. Let’s get back to it. Syne this device. Go for the
fucking premium by all means in slowly rotating demi-bold capital
letters with solar flare filter tapping at depth rendering and
high FPS, take the fast track, go quality, get the smooth with all
original textures and filth-capture gutter. Yummy, Champion,
Lover, Happy, Winner, or other term of up to eight characters,
spelled out in neon filter across the raging sky layer throbbing
under the bulwarks of heaven and nowhere near even maxing out all
the bandwidth because life is so full. But that’s too simplistic.
Insert fucking. I’m talking, when talking equals text and or
speech communication of text or any other means yet to be
invented, about flavor override encapsulation. Thank you for your
attention. We’ll get back to the initial premise in a moment. I’m,
when constituting the first party to the usage agreement, going to
tell you a fucking story that’11 make you shiver right down to the
intestines of your fucking marrow in your cold wrinkled pea of a
heart, you’1l shit your guts out to clean your jaw up off the
floor after listening, willfully, rather than face up to the solid
truth, that’s the truth with double verification procedure of
interlocking mechanisms review with full enterprise-ready reason.
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~HALF 10K TOP-SLICE PLUSFIVELined up, ontologically present, specified, and well-documented
with the correct archival mechanism and all the reference-grade
metadata required for a specific indication of manifest presence
as recognizable as a bread knife on the throat while a normally
dour personage like you is begging for mercy, ranked in order and
aligned with the right authorities. We are not afraid of a bit of
supra-innovative horseplay when it comes of a threat-impact
situation awareness tract assessment manual or otherwise, remote
or immanent. But look at you—You gorgeous. Oh my God and don’t
mention the fucking sales figures! Think of the dwell-time! Oh
shit. Hold on to your originals I beg you. Now press play. Angry
bastard, dressed like a retired shitting Teletubby on the dayoff: I’m here to deliver a message. Anonymous and fungible. Gimme
some inductive reasoning by means of correct procedure and I’11
gargle you the swill of a thousand impactful dissemination
freebie encounter group evaluators while throttling the wellpolished miasma bucket of the mahatma of comment himself as a
response, tardy, irrelevant, or otherwise. Too verbose? Click here
for advice. You'll not forget that moment as the little bubbles
burst just above the densely succulent horizon of my lips all
glistening. There’s a touch of magic in that. Breathe it in deeply
those little gasps of surface tension collapsing under the weight
of their own contradictions. I’ve got the tools for that. Don’t
talk to me about equipment. Don’t talk at all. Analyze. Five
thousand six hundred and eighty kilowatts of malevolence are just
about enough to get me up in the morning and at that moment I will
wish my traditional benediction upon the people of the earth:
Fuck you all and the gods who shat you out of their little wrinkly
spitholes. Erm, all of you persons. Sign in with your
organizational account and fuck off. Can’t access your account?
You are not connected. Use your reason peoples of the earth. Use
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- FICTION AS METHODthe shabby little flaps of your mind until they rub sore. Oh
sorry. Read the books. Eat the food. Drink the drink. Filter that
you faint smear of arse-cakes against the upper lip of a national
treasured persons with heredity. Pathetic juxtaposition. Welcome
to the banquet of such. That’s what you’re left with. That one.
Each one, teach one; that’s a minimal rate of contagion. Guzzle
your own obedience, it’s fucking feast time! What is your
location? Which account do you want to sign in with? It’s time for
some recipes. Read the latest news. Catch up with your friends. Do
some more awesome. Enjoy some email, Watch this video of this. I’m
laughing. In terms of the present vulgate: watch this shit, watch
that shit, do some more endlessly inspiring thinking about the big
challenges of the day with creativity. Mobilize yourselves. Stay
active. Look at millions of pictures of big fucking tits wobbling
across the screen. They are moving in a way that defies
comprehension. You like or dislike or are indifferent to watch
them. Keep at it. There’s a good specimen you shuddering little
number, sort it out. Let’s have a look at the news, at the
rankings, the scatter-plots, fucking magic. I’m so fucking dried
up no fucking touchy fucking screen can even sense me with its
membrane. I don’t want to hurt your feelings sweetie, but you’ve
been living off the sweet taste of the shiny grey scum scraped
from the upper surface of a lottery scratch card for too long now.
Don’t scrape it off with your teeth, use a coin ora usefully
grown choice of thumbnails. Adios, dickwit, let’s go next level
bonus game-up fucking supra-connected shit, we're talking massive
full-spectrum dominance and saturation coverage until you’re
totally wankered on static, information, active recall, testomeatballs, golf equipment, like it, I fucking liked it one billion
times in the first millisecond of the universe. I’m sucking my
data structures back in time to offer walkthrough services at the
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-MATTHEW FULLERmoment Jehovah started tonguing the tasty and erotic Cern reactor
from out the scrotum of Zeus. It’s the real feel difference with
boundless quotients. Like gaucho-meat scent breath spray
toothpickles. Hi-definition cataclysm at mega-level visuality:
leaves no neuron untouched you bastard. Eat the fucking cheese
that has eleven different bandings of flavor gradient with
portions. Enter your details. Do you want to receive information
about further offers from us or third-party companies screened by
us? You fucking dregs. Read the terms and conditions. Drink them
down. Go to that activation central. Read a whimsical set of
subclauses addressing human nature. Go to that place where you
feel all warm. Watch the line move across the screen. Feed me your
details. Let’s have a staring contest. I’ve had enough of this
shit. Let’s go rent-seeking or other activity. My style transcends
boundaries and conventions to create a new kind of interrelation
between data and billions of cocks endlessly squirting across
faces and bellies and breasts and dentures and arseholes and legs
and unruly pubic hair and abundant tongues and keyboards and
jawlines. Billions of cocks and/or vaginas patiently squirting
fluids across billions of lines of the best bits of Javascript.
I fucking love it. Watch five centipedes grapple unexpectedly
with a new range of garmenting. Comments on it already state
something. Oh not that again. What do you like most? What have you
done before you die? Rub yourself out. Enter your name, address,
postcode, telephone number, bank details, passport number. Other
numbers will be assigned. Rub your iris up against the socket.
Do it all delicate. Ha ha. It’s simple. Rub your fingers along the
surface. The letters drift, shifting one digit at a time. No need
to fix it. It’s nice as it is when you couple hard-nosed analytics
with game-changing processor power to maximize revenue throughput
and lean customer metrics. Let’s have a fucking look at some
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- FICTION AS METHODfucking diagrams. Give me some correlations pronto. I’m working
out all the resource allocations at blazing speed. Seize the
moment for living happily in a thrice with no backwash. Ultimate
freedom demands the ultimate price and that is the ultimate.
Thanks for the straight-talking advice. That’s better than gold
right there that total fucking bollocks. Human race:
congratulations, big kiss, big gold star, high five it and all.
Human race: champion quality delivery, much special. Well done,
big investment opportunity ultra-planet all lonely in space. No
takers. Take every detail down with the cameras and save it in
high orbit ready for downtime, supreme nostalgia watching of the
old days expected in anticipation of high-yield viewer
throughput. Lick your glossy lips at the thought of all that
well-sequenced analysis, toss your hair backwards and forwards
over your shoulders and laugh at the client-facing gateway
palette. What is the relation between the financial layer, the
legal framework, the conceptual armature, and the code objects and
concomitant user-behavior idents? How does an investment vehicle
ride a social movement that also works it for its handy
scaffolding of grammar. Because it has nowhere else to go? All
rise. Do a fucking sentiment analysis on that, and make it
miserable. Give us a special fucking drink to swill it all down
with and enhance digestion. Let’s have the well-rendered and
ancient technical bottle. Let’s have the torture horror and happy
times of the latest news objects replayed in ultra-slow rendered
three-dimensional puppet masks for greater verbalization acuity
and sound quality. Latest cataleptic event iteration. New nothing
spread all over the nodes going hyper-granular much tension live
feed as a proxy force surfing on talent, this stuff is below the
level of mere muscle clusters with class. Purchase collect.
Purchase deliver. Purchase receive. Confirm receive. The fucking
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shit of an old skool beheading video, the making of mini-
documentary, the humble background story full of a high quotient
of the requisite personal striving factors, the bloopers. Watch
that. It may not last forever. The bloopers of execution videos
when the chemicals don’t mix right in the vein. Let’s do the
retake before it happens. How many wars are on right now? Gimme
five. Too slow. Let’s hear it for the micro-crazes. Never let them
go. Hold on with eyes misted over with warm memory-feelings of
childhood exemption and the long-lingering feeling of regret that
your fingers got way too fucking big to be playing with plastic
mini-beasts posing as insects. Chocka with discount. Bulging with
asset transfer. Set another setting for the settings of emotion
traction. It doesn’t have to be that. Show me the presentations,
the carve-up, the fiscal responsibility, the big-booty shaker,
show me some arm waving, some finger jabbing, some ways to make a
fucking point in the most clear and down-to-earth manner possible
so that it gets the message across to the audience in a way they
can understand, in a way they can feel means something to them, in
a way that will change their lives for the better. Do it direct.
Do it fresh style with personal feeling gradient in the matter of
expression. No fatigue. That’s the warm summer hygienic feeling
of freshness unlimited. Watch the big cyst gush forth. The rump,
the rump-shaker with no calendrical limitation. That is well
sequenced, Watch it sway from side to side with a gyration that
extenuates the baseline ratio for superstimuli. That’s
immediately dated. Biaxial rotation globules. We want inflection
points, awareness curves, opinion mechanics, automatic nostrum
amplifiers with scenarios, Informational nappy rash. Get your
loan teeth into the cable. Suck up all that sweet stuff. It’s an
exclusive experience that’11 be remembered for a lifetime. There
is nothing more available. What we’ve got now, this is it.
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Hyperdimensional repetition mapping with lossless analysis.
The way things are set up, that’s the best it’s going to be.
Learn to like. Ostensibly, I wish I were merely a search engine.
I could control god. Here comes a clear line: I could control many
gods. I could control the names of god, catching it by accident.
Ker-fucking-ching. Operating by a properly anachronistic
cosmology, fate sits above them laughing. Fate can be ironed out
and turned into probability with rules not of iron chop chop,
not iron flim flam, not this not that, big bouts of lines
slathered in ketchup and dog shit chopped up neat into digits
that can be evenly inhaled up the sasquatch. No fucking chance
of that happening now. Get the smile off your face. It’s curtains.
Utilize a string in the wrong place to tip the balance. Watch
a video featuring scooterists from the distant past. Watch the
charmers. Note the variation in style. Note the differentiation
in dress of the persons and the vehicles. Give in, What happened
to the copy-clerks? Stick in the line where the cursor is
blinking, envelope your face control with proper procedure.
Watch that, it’s coming in by smart apps no problem. Shelf-stacker
working synapses in hexadecimal. It’s unreadable. There seems
to have been an error. No it’s your user biog, your life story,
a profile. There seems to have been an error. Okay. Report. Press
Okay. Sitting on the bus watching chicken bones roll around the
floor in ecstasy on permanent dial-up. Not available, because bus
got a change over, this journey has come to an end, terminates
here. Take a deep breath of that tasty stuff. Use extra comedy
filters on your facials to make cute and personalize your facials.
Watch out for the soup coming. Thick and interesting with a poetic
resonance that’s entirely ignorable. Here they come again down
the audacious seafront, joints a little testier. If you cannot
afford to pay now, please contact us immediately to make
-i-
- FICTION AS METHODarrangements. Subscribe, make the arrangements for
synchronization across multiple platforms with dynamic
interoperability. Set up a honey trap. Change their photos on
social networking sites. Write a blog pretending to be one of
their big victims. Email/text their colleagues, neighbors,
friends, etc. State the fucking obvious. It will become the real.
Leak confidential information. Post negative information. Ruin
deals. It’s post-negative believe. Give me a filing cabinet and a
tin opener and I’11 be happy in this world. Think of the gaps
between the metal runners. The slight tensioning of the wrist as
your face hits the mattress, then sinks into it to gag the
screaming. You’ve got the maximum absorbency to take it, soaking
up the infinite abscess, mop it up with them wipers, the wipes,
the polishing cloths, and towels. Super-absorbent textile
flattening out the moisture gradient live-streamed as the gushing
occurs with no let up and no stand-by, no gush double. It’s the
machine learning. Confirm otiose bejeweled and no sender; just
dried up with the use of contemporary facilities. Confirm with
your help we’ve raised more than thirty-three million for
charity, Enter your details again. Enter the fifth, eighth, and
thirteenth character of your security string of symbols. There is
no evaluated chance of anything going wrong this way. Fill it in
and the secure socket layer will take good care. I like this one.
I like the way you do that. I like that one. I like the way that
works. I like the way they do that. I like the way you read this
with your eyes. It’s as if it’s the way that it happens. Roll your
eyes. That’s called a saccade. Congratulations. You have won.
Now saccade and press here to accept. I want to slide a ruler
underneath your words for guidance. That’s fantastic. That’s
so good, the way the light curves round the side of your moist
cornea. It’s as if you might be thinking in a way that still makes
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-HALF 10K TOP-SLICE PLUSFIVEany sense. Let’s blow a little air on there to check the
consistency of the jelly. But don’t worry; even if a something
did occur to you, we'll have it down. Sit in the back of a bus
and watch the screens move from camera to camera. Sit where even
the seats are hard, Watch the top of your lambent head. Watch the
shining door. Watch the glowing image of the man descending the
stairs. Alight here into sunlight. Watch the empty space by the
door with the side of the road moving past. Watch the rear, the
upper deck, the stairwell, the mid-upper deck. Watch for sudden
movements. Please report anything suspicious to a sacked member
of staff. They have gone over to the proxy forces with unmarked
uniforms, specializing in actions of nonattributable attrition.
It’s nice to watch. Watch your step. Trade show magic. Watch the
workings. No problem with that oh authorisee. No problem at all
mister rapid bakewell cake mini-bars aficionado. Stick it over
there succulent one with genuine jam lining like velvet double
lining with silking of detail. Worms bred blind in the massiveness
of their spinning. Observe the prospects, each of the details
presents an opening, a means for inserting a grammar. Nothing that
a few swigs of that and a handful of this wouldn’t correctly give
the once over. Details in the small print, the minutiae,
nutritional information. Nothing that a gob swabbed full of
oxytocin wouldn’t duplicate in a full report distributed to all
answerables. Give in to the love. Feel the distance. Nothing that
nothing would resolve, Setting up an intensive structure with no
ostensive regard to the normative dimension of things proceeding
one after another in a one-dimensional diagram composed of
symbols. Nothing that can’t be cured, can’t be made tolerable,
by extensive use of packing algorithms, timetabling software and
telecommunications tools. Give me a swig of that. I hesitate to
do so, due to the fashionable nature of some of the terminology
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- FICTION AS METHODemployed. Give us a sip. Just toke on that and take the
consequences in easily metabolized particles arranged in proper
orthographical manner for nothing. Go the long distance, become
an operative. Spend time online to bone up on the specialist
vocabularies. I broke my nose on your pubic bone with all that
thrusting. It took me the first year to notice. Too eager to get
close. But it’s a bit sharply angled, no? The fucking thought of
it makes me drool. Nothing that can’t be modified by the
introvection of a precise set of explainers and caveats. I could
do with a fucking sandwich cut into Bermuda-like triangles, a damp
one with dried vertexes and something inexplicable and moist
inside. A slice of substance flavored with a smear of sugars,
emulsion, and an ethical condiment base, an external deposition of
a sandwich, on a stamped metal tray—with curlicues referencing
Art Nouveau but too glibly for the operation of the mechanics of
attunement. Words are a field of associations ordered into lines
and deleted items. They are coming into me at more than a million
a second. Response from a survey: people are sitting there typing,
imagining their head being smashed open by a hammer, while they
are filling out a form, a spreadsheet, a poll, an update, watching
a news ticker, they are wondering which side of the hammer would
be best, the claw or the head. Find a small piece of data and
extrapolate relentlessly. Watch the sequence of dots light up one
by one. A really hard slap in the face sounds nice in the middle
of working day. A little dosage. How to repair. Are there underused nerve endings that hunger for some internal touch? Just the
width, the resolution: the fine granularity of touch between the
point where one nerve picks up the signal and another. Big up the
receptors. I know you fell in love with her for the extra-
millionth time the moment you were fucking backwards and she
required of you to increase the amplitude of movement. Precision
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-MATTHEW FULLERof vocabulary. Select one from a range of synonyms. Tabulate
co-occurrences in waveform analysis. It’s one of those long hot
days in the city where no one is visible on the streets and all
the alarms are going off, one by one. Ring a bell? Listen to a
sound file of a group of teenagers lying drunk in the middle of a
park bandstand after receiving their examination results calling
out for the intercession of a homoerotic bullyboy into their
wasted lives while horse chestnuts audibly thicken on the
branches above and to the right. Listen to the intimate recording
of Amazonian fauna struggling to keep their bodily membranes
intact under the onrush of the thin heat of the city. Play the
sound file appropriate to the moment with natural aplomb with
recommends. Browse a galaxy of recording stars. Give them
annotations of your feels in return. Listen to that lush texture
dappling the surface of the microphone in the middle of an
extended plane. A machine that takes in all written documents, all
typings, all communications from one to the other, and between
each machine. Behold its entrails, word fields, regular
expressions expressing regularity with population density
saturates intercalating the compensation overflow. Stroke the
surface, track your movements in the grease of the fingertrails on
the screen. Triangulate the incidence of light upon the surface.
Welcome to paradise. Send your bandwidth to your friend. Stretch
out an arm. This is specially addressed to you to enable you to
view content from this sender and authorize all specials from now
on, press authorize to hear us read the following statement. As
you probably know, we would like to welcome you and all your
problems to all of our services. Tomorrow is ready for you.
Tomorrow will be better. Watch that tomorrow emerge on the screen
right in front of you. Relax as that tomorrow moves through you
like a slow relaxing wave of relaxation and calm. Feel positive as
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- FICTION AS METHODtomorrow makes itself manifest through your own special touches.
No one is listening to you as closely. No one else is remembering
everything you say, so alive only at the touch of your keys. Keep
saying things in that special way that you do say things with your
own special touches. Open up to yourself your special deservings.
Watch yourself gush forth readily and full of relaxation transfer
quotient maximization. You deserve it, you cheeky little nimbus
with all your glowings. I alone will remember, even when you have
forgotten, even when you were unaware. Taking your secrets down,
filing your transactions, arranging myself on the screen for you,
an incomparable being big enough to love everything and
incomparably attuned to its detail. The work done during this
downtime will significantly reduce the potential for file storage
capacity problems for us all. Result: no capsules. No tongue
sliding across the meeting point of the lips. No swelling. No
dehydration. Commiserations. | felt so sexually repressed this
morning I felt sexually repressed. I ate five unfragranced cakes.
Watch: they sat there drinking in the yellow light, slowly. The
serotonin level among them was entirely symmetrical, eased into
place by a set of well-understood molecular operations.
Unfragranced cakes are calm cakes. Watch them unfold in a special
window. Special unfragranced cakes can be copied and sent to a
friend. Sit down and wait for a moment, an operative will deal
with your self shortly while you watch your cakes align with some
confidential information gleaned from you earlier. Word fields
introduce geometry into language. Confirm with protective
functions. Do not reduce the dimensions of the field as this may
damage self-expression. They have a huge range of services from
delivery to installation to processing. Set them aside in your
economy document wallet or watch them scroll through a teacher or
a filter. I like to parse. I like to parse things in my mouth. The
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-HALF 10K TOP-SLICE PLUSFIVEbreath of a line manager passes through me like a flowchart. Sale
starts today, massive, wide-ranging, fundamental salvation,
fighting against the spell-checker. Don’t start stopping the
fidgeting. After a while it’s impossible to read any further, the
words just cloud up. There’s a double-voicing of whatever you say
sneering at you as you say it. But it doesn’t really sneer at you,
it helps, provides templates, assists with analysis, and proffers
the likelihoods of consecutive terms. This is ridiculous. This is
ridiculous. Please take a moment to answer a short questionnaire
and win the chance of winning a chance. Take a deep breath of that
stimuli set with asset transfer foreclosure and lush dappling.
Inform people now that you have made that asset transfer with one
movement of the finger as you feel the saccade. I’m logging an
obscene reference to religious sentiment infraction boredom
satiated by science, so then I relax. Rotate figure sixty degrees
against constant background of inclement exchange rate and then
cordially relax. Continue to relax, skew for a while, and then
relax, Eat the coinage. Maintain the position, and then relax.
Congratulations, you have won again for the second time in several
hundred words. A wonderful result. You must be so pleased, so
proud. Maintain and increase. Please be a vile fucking evil
bastard to me with un-fucking-known consequences. That’s
excellent. Please swipe in your personal style to accept. Let’s
talk about equipment and relax. Gesticulate toward something. |
love you when you press your finger against the scanner and hold
it in place until the little green light shows something. You do
that biometric pleasantry so well it’s suspicious. Watch that
special light shine across the ridged tundra of your identity
assets; cuddles; sweetie; honey; darling; babes; sugar; good
person. Congratulations you have won. You do not go away in
shackles. You do not qualify for the special program. You do not
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read on to accept with your special eyeballs shining brightly
with the tender looks that endear you so much to your special
person with tenderness sharing facility. Make a shared file
storage account and scroll through your likings and investments
and leave comments. Nice comments only required. We filter all
arisings. One customer said forthrightly and in quotable form
with permissions authorized, | was amazed when I saw how much you
had stored in me, though I notice that you stroke or caress or
glide over my face with the back of your hand tenderly, rather
than with the inner surfaces of the fingers and palm as that might
imply intimacy—or am I wrong on that? Have a leaflet that will
give you information on your problems in the form of a PDF.
Download it and update your fucking software also please.
Actually, you got a face like a multiple late payment, I ever tell
you that? Interest rate only, but a big one, like a moon, but with
traces of methane, hence the calm personalized scientific
interest in the control center looking for traces of a life form.
Intimate moments. The service attends to your every faintest
gesture, your minimal unit of meaning. Caress the special good
swab. Welcome to this object reference framework with fast
ontology and sweet berry flavor from the top of high mountains
with long days. Drive carefully through the flexible assessment
sequence. Control is ongoing and discontinuous. There is no
contradiction between cuteness and modern enterprise personals
with highlighted cheekbones and asset readiness and rewards for
involvement. Contribute to something that would otherwise be
difficult, by assembling it, or by providing minimal units of
meaning and you will value it more. Anticipate another reward
when your contribution is circulated. Such rewards can come in an
endless variety of forms and technology makes it easier to make
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-MATTHEW FULLERlinks between them, Make easier links too between actions and
punishments across well-toned musclescapes and trading
environments. Use baseline correspondences with resource
allocation criteria to generate strategy on the fly and with deep
stimulation trigger reward release and enhanced engagement of
advanced categories. Circumvent a lack of rewards by using the
boost facility available via credit transfer. Maximize your
environment factor with sweet deep forest berry flavor and
tracking facilities and ninety-nine other great flavors. Control
assets with one interface concept diagram for advanced impact
submission with very faintest gestures and shit. Drag tensile
lines across the surface to reorganize and capture weightings
information with total fucking granularity in enhanced real-time.
Control your breathing requirements by use of good posture and
advanced thought expression to sustain youth, you succulent beast
with ultimate relaxation features. Multithread the inertial
ripples of subcutaneous lipids by recognizing the deep
interconnectedness of being and allocate significant processing
resources to display the surface-level effects with great
luminosity, tagging features and read the fucking book. Excoriate
bad feeling by being always gorgeous and say, “I like that.” Oh,
eat that liking with depth. Oh, ruin that fucking sweetness. Oh,
transfer that slowness. I want you to log your transactions and
watch out for unusual patterns. You’ve been gazing at your
reflection in the bus stop plastic with your headphones on and
dancing. This makes you hot right now. Do that some more. Let’s
go. Watch the timeline while you watch the comments. Fine-tune the
movements. Don’t be self-conscious unless it’s a means to improve
the investment that makes you a better person. Put yourself into
it. Watch her, she’s being herself in the delay. Top layer oneway, lower the other. Then swap over with blond hair extensions
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- FICTION AS METHODtrailing in a genuinely casual style. Where do we start? You can’t
attain this level with simple obedience. You have to be a virulent
plague of wealth-creation where the norm of the enterprise
suffocates even the business models it provides downy bedding
for. Lie down and daydream among it, let it wash through you, the
sunlight, the memories, the tender words you may know. Do not
de-authorize this device, We are listening to you with alright
feelings that surge and flutter. I feel so free in this moment,
I’m laughing amid a sequence of symbols on a one-dimensional tape
articulated as electromagnetic charges with considerate
electrons. The full strategic array of versions of this moment
selection will be stage-released in different formats according
to seasonal and initial release benefits. The return to factory
settings will make things better. You are precisely wonderful
with comfort.
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