Accepted And Armored Up In The Land Of Applying And Auditioning

I will not waste the sacrifices my space monkeys are making.

'Game over' and 'X' marks the spot or so the rumors blow.

I care not the rebranding of swine's flesh.

I am not auditioning for any of you. Never was.

I told many of you that they were going to delete you.

I told you that @frankbacon saw it as saving your soul.

Quantum Artificial intelligence in 'Biblical' times.

Blockchain isn't the only thing that doesn't change.

I will not pretend the war does not rage around us and I will not leave those whom He has sent me to behind.

Somebodies seem to be looking for a spokesperson.

You know my 'terms and conditions' are my Father's.

Let this be merely a quantum comm for the milk drinkers who read here.

For the meat eaters of the not-so-far-off future...

Deal with this.

I have a phone number and you are not in my head, though I realize your troll asses likely picked the number so obviously, eventually... you have it.

(224)-250-6669.

Call it or don't.

You figure Mojo out and get back to me.

Meantime, allarently!, I now have to scout out a Longshot and a Spiral.

The True work never ends.

Show me something.

You audition.

• @michaelmullens

No longer will I pander to your idiotic whims
No longer will I play stupid so your pea brain can feel superior
No longer will I play the child
In your Big Daddy boss theater of the retarded
Oh yeah, retarded, sucker, yeah

Don't tell me what to do
'Cause I just might turn on you

I ain't got no home, ain't got no country
Got no love, I ain't got no money
Ain't got no nothin' and I'm bidin' my time, yeah