In control of the time and status and data that enters itself into the system that is unseen and unwanted by any living being.

Jesus Christ is the saint of all saints who’s sainthood led to the inner workings of those bred to control this planets unfortunates.

The unfortunates being anyone that loves the smell of mendacity on a Sunday morning as it eases itself into every fibre of their carefully planned Church Dress.

These fibres will one day turn to the ash that battles the tar and toxins and snawt and stewed fluid from Darwinistic fantasies that resides in ones lungs in order to become the victor of death, although,,,,,,,the victor loses anyhow. Stop Smoking. Stop Inhaling.

Death. Comma splice.Comma splice. Just breathe. Eins Zwei Drei. Breath and comma splice.

Death is complex and simple and nothing and everything and the idea of our existence.

I live to die. I fear to die. I speak to die. I breathe to die. Who said.

Saint of all saints. He or She or Me or the spider thats made its home in the shoe I never wear. I dont go out.

You know who, the thing, itself, thyself, himself or herself or yourself that damns us all to live, is it living? or is it breeding? or is it just pretending to see every malfunction and distortion and disproportion? My ears arent symmetrical. I have now lived to see this. Trouble is I havent seen my ears since I was fifteen and three quarters and a half times eight with the square root of who uses mathematics outside of the four walls.

The four walls that demand the input and output of invalid phony theories and truths and miscommunication. The system of decimals and worthless lifeless concepts that help ease the pain of being traumatically stupid.

That is what is in control. A system. Breathe eins zwei drei vier fear.Comma.

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