Terminable.
Information.
Is taking over.
Soon there will be no matter
Everything is abstracting
The moon is disappearing
Being sucked into bits
Taken apart atom by atom
And re-arranged
Into something new.
Resterbit stroke of the hand on the back,
Waddle to the shore of the lake and look in,
Watch you're not pushed and see in its depths
The movement of the water atoms isn't random,
The ocean is computing
Well there wasn't a beginning and not an end, the vagrant compound jitterred fizzonically around the putrabond cumsicle. Its sniposcity increasing as the temperature slowly rises in the beaker for the seventh minute. Lactating into a smooth paste, to be applied to the wound and rubbed in carefully. There is no reason this shouldn't be done hourly, for the next few days, performed by whoever is responsible for smirkfraucking in the establishment.
Its not fair she said. Its not fair. The blubber flupperpus is watering my tentacles. The ultimate result of it all comes flying towards you like a leaden bullet from a manlicher, so wield you webly and throw it away. The yabber mawking is averse to the attuning death wand. I will give it all away plainly. There is always a way on the burrowed light to more becomings than yestermighty blighty. Skwibbly ponterkotch. It unpeels from my fingers. What the madam would like to know I am not at liberty to share with her. Do you want to know something powerful. Woman. Woman. Woman. Come to the window and look down. There, out on the common, is a secret, not readily legible to the uninitiated. The nature of nature. Source code.
Time establishes a route through itself to the chocolate factory in heaven.
Information.
Is taking over.
Soon there will be no matter
Everything is abstracting
The moon is disappearing
Being sucked into bits
Taken apart atom by atom
And re-arranged
Into something new.
Resterbit stroke of the hand on the back,
Waddle to the shore of the lake and look in,
Watch you're not pushed and see in its depths
The movement of the water atoms isn't random,
The ocean is computing
Well there wasn't a beginning and not an end, the vagrant compound jitterred fizzonically around the putrabond cumsicle. Its sniposcity increasing as the temperature slowly rises in the beaker for the seventh minute. Lactating into a smooth paste, to be applied to the wound and rubbed in carefully. There is no reason this shouldn't be done hourly, for the next few days, performed by whoever is responsible for smirkfraucking in the establishment.
Its not fair she said. Its not fair. The blubber flupperpus is watering my tentacles. The ultimate result of it all comes flying towards you like a leaden bullet from a manlicher, so wield you webly and throw it away. The yabber mawking is averse to the attuning death wand. I will give it all away plainly. There is always a way on the burrowed light to more becomings than yestermighty blighty. Skwibbly ponterkotch. It unpeels from my fingers. What the madam would like to know I am not at liberty to share with her. Do you want to know something powerful. Woman. Woman. Woman. Come to the window and look down. There, out on the common, is a secret, not readily legible to the uninitiated. The nature of nature. Source code.
Time establishes a route through itself to the chocolate factory in heaven.
