it's like insisting sheer gross incomptence is competance, on pain of death threats.

 

if anything you're a pathetic little

race just having a spoilt

fucking childish tantrum.

i'm not that with humanity that much

anymore, it's like i'm only picking

them up from million's of miles way,

yer know the shortwave of what earth

sound's like...

but i'll say this, a line of logic's

still going. But that's why 2001

must die, it's like mar's always

having a gross problem with 

sedna. Well yeah;- but what you

expecting me to do, suddenly be

in the same fucking orbit as you.

you can call me on;- but ever 

considered you're a default reality

that turned out, null void and utterly.

ineffectual.

you coming in with your controlling

most strongest, without twenty

years hindsight, loser's.

the long and winding road...