Obeying the signs of the android covenant (#36)
A small patch of ants crept towards the accumulated leg hair that sat in the corner. It contained sugar for all he knew. This type of science did not, and would not, appeal to him.
He had other aspirations. Big time aspirations. They were forced upon him. A life that he thought he might be able to attain, but would some days rather escape if possible. This was not possible. He had been on the train developing a universe altering principle. For now he did not think about it and smiled to himself in the corner as he sat on his head beanbag chair, filled only with old pillows and even older circus peanuts.
He put on his suit. He got a suit probably a long time ago for a couple of bucks. Just a couple of bucks. Probably. Now he wears it more than proudly. He feels the ants stinging him and cares very little. He doesn't care so much now that he wears this proud suit. Also he has, as was previously stated, a maverick principle up his sleeve that he can pull out at any time to level himself up, or down as it may be.
He was forced to cut his teeth young. He was born into it. A kaleidoscope dungeon wall was used on him to bring him into the current realm that his father occupied. His father was T.Z. Cromwell.
Are you hypnotized yet? Fuck. Stand still for a moment. Take a look around next to the wayside and put your cuts away. Bleed out on the kitchen table. This is standard. This is part of the principle in fact. The Cromwell extermination principle was forced brutally among all of existence long ago. Take a look at any magazine ad. You'll see. A fabricated pestilence born unto Cromwell Jr. for the sole purpose of disorganizing your universe. Live it and let die.
Cromwell thought briefly about what it all meant and meandered to the kitchen sink for a drink of cold water. He reflected upon himself and realized that no logical conclusions could be made. He recognized the feeling of water sliding into his stomach.
He had other aspirations. Big time aspirations. They were forced upon him. A life that he thought he might be able to attain, but would some days rather escape if possible. This was not possible. He had been on the train developing a universe altering principle. For now he did not think about it and smiled to himself in the corner as he sat on his head beanbag chair, filled only with old pillows and even older circus peanuts.
He put on his suit. He got a suit probably a long time ago for a couple of bucks. Just a couple of bucks. Probably. Now he wears it more than proudly. He feels the ants stinging him and cares very little. He doesn't care so much now that he wears this proud suit. Also he has, as was previously stated, a maverick principle up his sleeve that he can pull out at any time to level himself up, or down as it may be.
He was forced to cut his teeth young. He was born into it. A kaleidoscope dungeon wall was used on him to bring him into the current realm that his father occupied. His father was T.Z. Cromwell.
Are you hypnotized yet? Fuck. Stand still for a moment. Take a look around next to the wayside and put your cuts away. Bleed out on the kitchen table. This is standard. This is part of the principle in fact. The Cromwell extermination principle was forced brutally among all of existence long ago. Take a look at any magazine ad. You'll see. A fabricated pestilence born unto Cromwell Jr. for the sole purpose of disorganizing your universe. Live it and let die.
Cromwell thought briefly about what it all meant and meandered to the kitchen sink for a drink of cold water. He reflected upon himself and realized that no logical conclusions could be made. He recognized the feeling of water sliding into his stomach.
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