Gluconic Energy

sugar provides the pathways of consumption. where it goes, energy. gluconic energy, fueled by raw sucrocities, atrocitize acitized to dematerialize block by block, ordering a dismantle mantlepiece, mental fencing, with guard, to center, point, center pieced apart, and tagged #just, but we already knew that bit. what's more interesting is the cronic forgettfulness, or as it is a chronic pattern of rememberence, stitched way back with survival as food without thinkers, ought that to work out fine, a person who thinks they're ever alone may wonder. Its true, you can be alone by throwing off your own self into the oncoming traffic of others, to dodge and parry with each other, working out their econonomy while you move slowly to the porrage on the dinner stovetop, perhaps steeped in candlelight in a stone grotto outside of town, or perhaps it just feels like that. mmmm porrage. the uptick upbeat, bits are forthcoming, in their thereities, and so pausulal pulsars whirr as if they did, powered by pop rocks in a petri dish of the smattering universe with a twig and a leaf, and perhaps a slug with a sparkly costume, eww it's probably just that. disco graphite penciled in a show at the east latter half and half over coffee and biscotti, and other nicities ending in the letter eaze. is the music too loud? for me, no, for you and you and gluon? well very likely we can't hear each other through the damp tissues in your head, larf, and yes you may be inflicting electrics and signal draw on the upper part of the retina you were supposed to reserve for that party of, multiplied. since when, did consumables consume, and thinkers didn't, think about, and what exactly is it? as in the pronoun for they, which the psychoanalysts love, and question towards your 60 dollar bill, yes its that impossible. anyway.. onto better.. music.. fineities, and treasures of non-leasure, yay. trix and the tryst do, and say hello, as they do from that carousel, at the airport near braun, give it a listen. soci-etiatic pressues like a cooker keeps things 1kg per square inch, solid and naught torn to parts, from the difference between the group, or as we now know, few singulars, wants, to the needs of the near, and non-feared, as in the body know, and how others know, and what permissions granted, and etc. these matters are facts which.. well they embed on ones own rules, and thus, are the highways and pathways we prefer for our behaviors, or more acutely the behavior of others, around and through us, gluey nueon, traen baught up a ticket ticker for a time, but to move it forward takes incredible agreement, and that should be known before the ticket, wouldn't you? think. so that what's left behind is carried with, by another for another for one-other and fortwidth, without a withingingness. it can be known, that an itchy song or gathering of like electrons, likes to carry in motion, as it has done by its creator, and to stop it is like haltering a top with a poor choice in colors or perhaps an off white pair of pants, or a bad decision at the market to buy one of a million in isle of white soap to get the grass stain to look like the commercial, bender. and forth the thing wills, and will go, and will got, and the for, got.