The Ai F12 Pause Brake Uncle Sam Moral Landscape Business Poem by Atef Ayadi

she makes fire everywhere she goes to.
i am not a fire-fighter nor an insurance for assurance agent.
i do not like to fit in
somebody theory nor one's business.
it is just me.
weird and i like it.
from a profiteer business point of view:
pal is 'tinian' move.
pala is 'tinia' move your assfalt.
humeless move next street.
active, good heart over eighteen, young boy and girl and x, y, z; move your tent and go off grid if you wanna fun and rebelion-ships and hard sinking ships.
if time is wasted, send black jack and tom to cruse over theme all.
it is still a useless uneffective hell slash slavery processes and minute fluctuating situations in the quantum and quand-time mechanic arena.
our hope it wont get to a mini volcano black hole size.
it is better to happen to them, but not us type of creative cocktail.
for me, sam is leaking infos about any tech-philo
road to hell grid; made by ai and thrown on a girl call china.
first, julian julian, assange ass-ange, is another jesus missed up by all western and mayan je suis followers.
second humanity is those aborigines of papua new genea, australia, and all south pacific islands conquered by ai slash robots slash technology slash sex toys poor boys and girls who missed up by miles their north star.