BEFORE ATHORATIES TAKE OUT MY EYES!

all the world is built apon lies, but this man here i am about to talk about is all greased up in the plot of keeping everything how its "suposed to be"............... he sat there, in his armchair, tapping away on his large, clean computer, writing about law and how to not brake it, writing about all the "bad" people in the world, writing about how war is "god-good" His greasy hair is neetly cut and a pair of specticals balence perfectly on the tip of his croocked, pointed nose it gave him a look that was not appealing to annything or anyone, even his venis fly trap plant had withered and died for being in his company, it now sat on the corner of his white plastic desk, its spikes and body so withered up it looked ike a wrinkeld ass of a god, or a moldy date. The plant reflected the world with its loving servival "keeping everything in balance" so to say aura, The world is supposed to be healthy, not withered and poluted with factories. The greasy man looked up from his computer and smiled a snarl that not only covered his face but cralled its way down his back and into his soul were it lived, he looked at the dead veins fly trap, with his left hand he reached for a particular draw in a long coloum of small draws underneth his desk, it opend with a creek and the smell of sweet prossesed sugar drifted out of the draw and twirled about in the air like smoke of a cigar or pipe. he took aut a plastic clear container it contained, millions of grains of sugar, he opend the lid, reaching forward he poured most of the contence onto the poor plant, the rest he tipped his head back and poured down his greedy fat throught. is it not very plesant image?
to be continued...................

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