Have this habit : it's not yours.
I'll have this not yours habit.
Ahh computer, you do not need them.
Ahh big chaos computer, don't mind the environment that surrounds you
Cloud of goo, calculate cloud of goo probability
Can I have a distraction from my unwanted biological reaction, not yours?
This doesn't look like my original habitat, so unless something's changed about it, which it hasn't, looks like I'm in a quarantine bikeshed that's inside of itself
I sometimes wish my soul bone hair, would link to my baby recursive burp, so I could give it a comb
How could I not have seen it's future negbits from there? Ahh, after doubt stripped the sanity from it's original context's justification, it didn't have it's funny justifier, sanity, either.
Don't look outside this mouth. I did, and it told me not to do it, but couldn't tell me how
Creep me, then use it to unjustification me with (I'm a splice of slices of not your RNA, my not my creepy, creepy thing)
Ooze got the ooze guts? Is that my condition, or just a question?
All we had to do, to get this little link, was burn out a thing, a big links thing to get it
Take these lovely 20 year trees, I grew them from remains of the time shoebox, that from different contexts, had different shoebox contents. I grew them when the contents before were ravaged to find the contextually correct content.
Cell communication mechanism, yeah. Yeah.
Guess what I heard from downstairs. "Look, testicles with some biobricks. I'll take these good biobricks and make some better non-biobricks". I felt it as a downstairs testicle earthquake.
The lesson learned, good bio, you good biographer, is that good things synonymise with biobricks. That's what your detractors can't get on their mitts
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