Bent Prophetic Transcendant Intelligent

I wanna be iconic, but isn't it ironic, the tonic called liquid luck doesn't exist, could any of us really resist if it did, misusing it of course, absolute rowdiness ensuing with mass discourse, only met with brute Marshall law force, while the virtuously riteous are supposed to be good subservient sports, bastardized like warts, I thought humans were fallen angels, the truth's moot/mangled, completely leveled disheveled, yet so many complicitly consistently insist to assist uncompelled this mentality just told to tell, ain't no don't ask in that equation, afterall aids in gays leaves an abrasion, welcome to the invasion of the complacent, or the adjacent frustration of illusionary imitation, lacking creativity with any substance, sick of interrupting instructions from a circumference of curmudgeon, no more drudging in the sludge and nudging for nothing, when they'll never wake up and pay attention, simply incapable of any form of resurrection insurrection or my brand of demanded transcendant ascension, mostly cuz my vocabulary is beyond their retention's comprehension, it's a blessing I only mention with intention when questioning if I'm bent or deeply prophetic intelligent!

Peace and 1,

Joe Conscious 

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