Zoob

EL ZOOBULO!

I have pontificated the obscene truth of the amoeba to the masses via a mass information device! Much power is to be garnered through harnessing the actualization power of the unicellular organisms! Hark, how our bridges and building are shat thenceforth from the mental vesicles of our composite imaginations! How true it is that our microbiotic excrement fairs to the backdrop of the cosmic ampitheater!

I have besmirked the perpetual eyeball of a thousand red quails upon the Easter end of a duchess' battered igloo? Nay, for whence the ocean comes beckoning the fate of severed branches of an ancient fairie dugout!

Many babies were punched, and bacon spread across the land, blanketing the mountains with its tender grease laden reposits. Universal currency will have no name ascribed to it, for the very notion of ascribing something that is considered universal, is in fact, a paradox, and at worst, a convolution of a concrete ideal. For how can an ideal be concrete, lest it is the manifestation of an idea? Perhaps it is created so that mankind may gaze upon its own finite logic to the extent of realizing its sheer undoing of the actual spectrum of reality, which is the ebbing and flowing of chaos. Chaos is the very baby in which reality is punched, for how can such a tautological projection of consciousness perceive that which is unarranged and subject to the very whim of an imperceptible concept?

Could it be possible that the very youth in which such a concept is discovered is the actualization of the perception? Are we our own Easter Bunnies? How can one be their own abstraction? We see now that the very nature of human thought is that of a mobius strip caught in its own feedback loop. We perceive only that which we have seen and understood before, comparing it to already solidified perceptions and thoughts crystallized in the human subconscious. Given this understanding of human consciousness, we understand that the very aspect of reality as a circular door in which information is constantly being spun between the same turbines of inscription. If humans can only gather new information by comparing it to already existing phenomenon, how does one create initial thought, starting the process of attribution? Answers next week?

For it has been writ on the very essence on the sandy desert that the man who controls the fist spice of fear does control the very backbone of the universe. Darest dost say among the swining porcelain that remains the fragmentation of my salted mind that there beist an inner limit upon which strikes the very essence and quantification of fear? Nay sir, a matted dog is thus brushed against the window pane of modern quantum factories that do possess the amgalyda of the proletariat. A purple nurple of the human psyche, I'm afraid. For once one quantifies the very intensity of the human fight or flight reponse does the very cockles of humanity's mindspace does ship itself to Massachusetts art school. And what more foul abomination of cuckolded art student does bear fruit of the very thing that is midigated? Have we learned nothing of rocket tops?