Mirror Mirror On The Wall [Infinite Jest]

With the team leaving the result of their conniving disorder, they would find themselves back to the hallways. People were still outside of their offices, clogging up the space with bodily traffic as usual...

the humor was lost on the galloping masses like molasses slow and churning with sickly voices from empty heads. never the wiser always the dumber. pity the rusty puppets playing along to the sounds of grinding meat to feed the machinations of a selfish wealth of ignorance is blissfully unaware of the creepy crawlies slinking into the seeping brain filth rotting fruit flies like a time.
the lady knew the plastic secret it is a funny joke she spoke to the dope knotted rope like shoe strings criss cross tie the knot apple sauce over and under their noses they sneaked to trick the snakes in the glass houses throwing stones in a squash match back and forth and forth and forth where the freaks were not seen unwisely.

cheshire cat eyes on the wall with ears would die when they heard the plastic secret slick like slicing hole in one way to skin a cat. pretend to be empty did the MaGnIfIcEnT BeArD tying knots in puppet strings smile wave how are you you too it was an inside joke it was a funny joke. laughing echo didnt reach outside the walls of the graveryard stage is a world where the lies clogged the gutters rusty red like the ranger dead and busted in two it was the best medicine for a sick lie in wait to slice the snakes and take the plastic secret.
no one knew the medicine the pills were quiet addictive like apple sauce criss crossed cant be understood they cant know forever.

star of the show twinkled broken glass houses throwing stones in the quiet when the voices started slower to die.
Welcome back. Good work. Did they see you?

shine bright when the choking disappeared into something in the power came on the eyes werent blind they could know the punchline sooner or later more would learn the joke it was a funny joke and everyone would laugh like screaming.
knock knock feet stomping trying to weed the grass in the snakes like squash the cats cheshire eyes in the wall. the plastic secret can end the yowls and then the class bell rings dont forget your pencils and books children dont forget to lie in waiting for the maiming ranger rusty red gutter filth clogged like snakes.
never the wiser.
always the dumber.
everything was nothing was ever here the empty puppets could see blindly.

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twisting turning puppets with silky smooth minds no folds or wrinkles to think with go topsy turvy turning to and fro. dont get freeze tagged game over zip zoom to the room far away not closer than the present position of pondering he did. the MaGnIfIcEnT BeArD believed in the spinning topsy turvy puppets knowing they would fro the to and face about the studio. they relied on their cheshire eyes to show them the fakes the lies that perceived the movements not there own in their own heads outside of it all of them. wave to the lady in absence she got the joke it was a funny joke still there and not there she was currently isnt to be unaware of the slinking slunkers.

never the wiser always the dumber the puppets wouldnt think impossibly so inconceivable to the MaGnIfIcEnT BeArD. thinkers are drinkers of rusty dusty red smart ones to the stage graveyard orderly in fashion no white after Labor Day to remember. everyone would laugh at the joke it was a funny joke with the plastic secret cheshire cats can die in yowling up on the walls scanning frothily a glass ful of drink in the gutter filth.
no one would know the punchline it was them that understood and they could understand the wheezing of the rusty dust world grave.
a pondering wondering consumated the BeArD on the usefullness of a daring escapade when the bell rings class dismissed take home the rusty puppet faces at home with the lies.

life beside the living in the rusty dust they were alive outside of wheezing no one could breathe the truth of the stage and what the punchline is a funny joke and a loud one like firecrackers good for soup. When they all understood they would be whole, not before. a grail sleeps rusting on dusty red ranger staling with the rotten filth flies and a room distracts the attraction of the man criss crossed the right way with the curiousity killed the wall cats sliced like golf. empty heads of rotten filth cant see the unwelcoming trotting on the wrong direction to the cats but right to the point in a meaningful display of nothing but everything unaware with the stage graveyard. violence in silence and screaming toward laughter at a crash of slapstick laughter.

The blind will be made to see once more.

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