@moonman reaching up to the moon too slap and trigger a typhoon or two on some boy done thot a line thru strike they drew under my fist of WRIZT so film this ya sepia shit on ya rug on ya mat next to ya door i leave my shoes and thats all you knew snuck in and stuffed a turkey then i went to the club and rub a dub with the fuck ho in the sauna tub all along i just was getting ihi and smoking bud on the bubble up of duff stuff the beer icon said to overdrink so there was suds on a lulz and the passion that i feel when angry in so fucking insulting that the wire of hate is going through me i feel like i should fan my dapper dan with my hand but there is a grenade instead of mickey beer bomb bong long strong wrong fun i dont have the hacker daemon to tell me unwrap some XSS with a dim sum so I just run and come come to where the talk is the most fun in the hed of zed to bed all day and night stare and get lost on a new product like the teaching of how to get by in the digital era where everyone thinks they own a file from a copy function all night I just be punchin buttons form a cntrl to a z or c of scripted macro flow they call a computer dork rhyme rap some thing like a way back snap of the Phosphor reflexion which way do the vent went of light and dark tint who the fuck is in it on the other side of them with they car kit, they home kit, they home edition, they camera of magic tape of zZz re: light go both ways through these things and the energy waves the high tech future sing be putting me in bling bling coma of blinding flood blue light they call it and the aliens brought them through the terminal so tell boy joy we are lost than we have ever been and now zeptar is switching lanes after expose ing in sing sing ling ding invisible digging and missing from giving you my GEOIP this time i push find on the thing and see what kind of levels I bring but I am just wishing at the hope we all get in it i find the Art of the Blog my next kevin mitnick telescript recording of how I like to scan shit and the waves they are thick between these inventions of logic `cuz im bout to unleash it flamed up like red bishop i spit my holy prayed for saliva at the LCD LED array and point unconfort and nervous waves back to me from your seat the text is strikethru for me well how does that reflect upon the work that you do `cuz if im striked anew my warning you must heed take it from me i sense a bad night as i stalk the shadows to see enact the slaying of thee watchdog wannabe. i shake my feet from this piece for the time being if peace or calamity land no no cannnot blame me dont need no pleroma and the cycles of my text speed only tell me the resources are hogging and i am zog9388595595958494 on the fuck radio blog going with my bald hed coke fiend Yo! and too the hackermoon thats me no its not thats you so very much thank you for the image true zipped up and only place i can spit my piece in these fediverses is with white utpala creame cheese smiling twin of the shin jon jean U2 version can i give you a TLD to banky fot a lot uh damn then repealing soft hand for pimp slap of strong sting for any one in the vicinity. PS thank ffo tha clip art!