i crossed with the mules and elephants of the empires.
i do not need to be enough odd to do that.
i smile like i have secretly won.
no manuals,
no pdfs,
no power points, or making points are needed.
a language is a monster-branded with gravels, rips, traps, raps and rape. see deepba, deepa, and deedee's monster abs).
that is my kunfu joint tuneups of everyday.
you can say,
it's a sign of something,
an empire that invented all the inflationary tricks, but failed to invent its fall
and its titanical rusting in the deep ocean.
finally,
another atlanta is going to be put to rest,
where the north and south pole meet.
it is not my theory, just ask deep mind flat earthers,
they do the maths (that eff-is and dees minus maths that does all the tricks.)
before you start "byrn dance" at your local burning man fess and at your own risk,
get another beer, other than miller or wis-sky low-win-sky . cause it sounds water with a perfumes of alcohol (and forget the commercial of some girls open arm and automatic kalashnikov chest holding water cans and pouring it elsewhere.) my men and my zibra-zebra.