yoink The sound of failure. Glorifying high technology insofar as to distract heavily. The thought will keep you going. The thought will extend, then extend further. Don't let it. But you will. Bedeleroop, bedeleroop, bedeleroop. Boudoip! No, not this time. Eh, what the heck, why not? Round up to the next hour and then move on. If I do that I'll be okay. I have to go. No I don't. I need a break. I need more of a break. Let me take a break real fast. Bedeleroop! Hide the containers and muffle the alert. It will not happen in that way. You need to destroy it from that instant. Obliterate all opportunity or it will obliterate your opportunity. Go get a drink, fly back to your home planet again. It won't work either. Play tricks on yourself and your peers as though they've never seen you do it before. It's laughter for singular masses, not masses entirely. It's a bunch of cells wound up into one bunch that gets entertained, not cells and cells and another group of cells. And then back to the origin. You thought you could shift amplitude from your level of prosperity, but you couldn't. Instead you continued...blloink! blloink!! bedeleroop...
Just turn it off. Leave the squares alone. This is my warning to you. Take it as a friendly hug from Oscarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
what's it to you?
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