excerpt from The Post-Surrealist School at The Institute, centuries after Division
squeeze the defrosted meat if only you would supplicate the assembled mongoloid monkeys who vex the consciousness of average Citizens where it is harder to turn off than it is to turn on the dinosaurs remember the Chinese Overlords these that the Lizards want YOU to have the masks that make you look emotionless idiots as coerced robots programmed to devolve and the Vlad is hugging YOU to the reality of his whiskers and unique scent of an Uiguir carrying the TORCH
