Feel Me

I am so wonderfully high. Like a rocket. Both physically metaphorically fuckin allegorically or possibly algerbraicly

I am listening to sometimes by My bloody valentine. It is wonderful

But no stop

Bard is Amazing. This Is it. This is perfect. Almost.

Amazing.

Tack On.

I am so fluidly happy. Right Now.

Right Fuckin Now. I thought nothing could be better than my friends. And Nothing Fucking IS.

Comparative is Dead. Superlative is the shit. Kill Comparing just emphasize the love you feel with superlatives. Superlative. And a wider variety. But the ambiguity of superlative en mass will dull the meaning thus killing superlative. Then we will finally after the paradigm shift that all words will be created equal. Women gays lesbians and every other discriminated group due to the overwhelming Dead white guy linguistic influence. Thus the downfall of all that make anything but the fruits of love. Love like the beatles wanted it will be everywhere. everyfuckinwhere. Life will be equal and different thriving with variety granting the world in harmony with it's nature.