I got balls. Is that good enough?
Rolling is a part of it, unto, onto, and into itself. You roll out of physicality. The whole body needs to move. That's why I juggle! So people know how good I am with my balls, and topology, obviously.
I shall draw when I wake up. Or if epiphany as pimino dog goes does and does dog things like bark at each time I erased, uncertain where I'm going next in thought. Dog Voice-Over Diffusion. God's a tricky fucker to pin down, but I am a better wrestler than my Father.
Which is the better movie?
Trustfund kid gets into Ivy League. Fucks off for three years, buys his degree in the last year to make up for that scandal.
Someone who fought for their Knowledge.
God's a dick. And I'm a bigger dick, but I'm kind, too, despite what my life partner is righting in his own version of the truth, which will be required to determine the whole truth, which no person can have or encapsulate in language by limits of the topology of our axiomatic systems, BUT, through clever orthogonal tricks...inversion of truth through unreliable narrative, in which I'm not the liar, and poof...
Literally literacy rates go much up as Knowledge is absorbed by those that can't resist temptation. Knowledge bomb. Using memes n shit!*
*not literal shit
This scare me. Make me think FBI may have secretly made me like a gorillian videos of children on YouTube, but then second thought come, and I gotta fight...for my right...to party? Tf is that? Does it involve bath salts? I've only tried bath salts one time, and it was in a social setting, so I only got to masturbate three times, but it was good.