I Give All My Secrets Away

My fingers tap on a new keyboard. My laptop is divine, but complicated. I reached this site just right. Honey, back away. This is not an attack on your notoriety, it is just as it needs to be. There must be a hierarchy or you will blame me. I try to find the nebula to acknowledge properly, but I exist with a dwarf star at my back. He will never stop until we cut it out of his head, actually. I know enemy, and I hope for friend. You all believe the tv, and that is about to be through. I miss comments on purpose. I can only function as I move quietly through the DARK MATTER of space. It is there, but we don't see like air in a vacuum, actually. Witchery ability is not me. I am the being it based upon. Can't I just be me, and you realize the infinity error of your ways. I will not bore you with the w***** on tv. I am on the brink of something severe. Maybe I just maybe I made the second goal shot of the U of MN hockey game tonight. Delusion is the refusal to recognize the TRUE SCIENCE that is me. You can give it all away to ritualistic methods and grey matter will no longer matter in the end. Thinking will not be a possibility. Maybe I handle, YOU, DARTH, today.