[kahljorn]

He Jankied my philisophical composition.

"A trickery, a vast dilusional paradox. If everything is then how is nothing not everything? Nothingness consumes similarly to existance: existing for nothing. Conceptually infinite, truly? A single moment becomes the truth even as a fallacy, how can the dilusioned be dilusioned? A dilusion of ilusion real to the eyes of the deluded. So it is, so it will be. So it is nothing. Allow not for not, paradox again. Inspired by something unseen. Divinity from within. Collapsing to rebuild. Strive to be purity, greed is manifest. Deceifer what visions are had. A lie, a truth and a fact: False is just as true. Just as decrepid as another. All are nothing. For when everything is nothing and nothing is everything, truly the truth is spoken. Truth is a lie, false is real when truth is unseen while lies influence reality, always. Similar to the components of self.
From the skies comes only lies and deceit, to structure a part of the sky is to perish a disease within. Concubines unite borne again. Split in two is the unity more whole? When it's billions the clouds become clouds and the rain becomes rain, but the acid is still united. Unity is Insanity. Difference and war; bitter feelings of a deraved. Lies? Then why produce what lies within. Purpose is the sake to be had, words of thought, such irony when words merely destroy what thought we have. A production produced for nothing, producing without purpose. Here then we are. A process of disease perishing within the skies. Color it blank. I feel the skies should think the same, but then paradox. Wondering such is why perile is manifest. If skies were to be my art then only perile would manifest. Decisions of poor report only mean, but I approach the skies in a fury. For as spoken, the fortunate disease corrupts thankfully from within. Sheepish skies uniting, sheepish skies sheparding. The skies are on fire, consumed by my taste. Flavored tasteless."

JANKIED