what to right here aaaight the simple singularity of celibate little bombons and the trobadours of the troubled lands need the hands that feed that are the clothed ministers of mandela and candela of the human horoscopes all scattered in terms of celestials and blackholes mut never muse or the man shall shiver and find no rest and what is rest for what the hell should motivate us into so much spyware and that tech must never necessitate war and I always say that peace is the easy part because at the very least of your brethren war has profit written all over the ears of corn and the stupid shall never want the stupid shall never want please