Imagine a world as beautiful as
as this beautiful day.
imagine skepticism,
is just a word.
and resistance is only wind
spot a picture of a person,
spot a voice
and imagine a face
a thing,
stuff through
all the merda you've been through,
or simply look around yo!
up,
then down.
AND HERE,
consent is simply awareness.
right!
?
'not' a bingalo, see=sha, masha,
Hot-shot, assimilated simulation
Bingo.
RIGHT? ?
sorry,
yo do
not
HAVE TO CONSENT ON THIS
'who & whatever is.'
AGAIN,
I CONSENT:
YO CAN LOOK @ ME
I do not CONSENT:
DO $ WITH ME.
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