PRIDE, PREJUDICE AND THE POLITICS OF MECHANICS!

My readers, if someone is going to start cutting down leaves on my behalf, that person can not even freaking know where to begging, i mean begin. You have to cut all the leaves for all seasons except the abstract mathematical bright green they call EVERGREEN, you know the one with no natural green at all. That does not exist naturally in my natural world. It’s all there is in NASA’S world where no reality science exists. And of course I don’t have gold, diamonds and all those other jewelries. As for what exists; autumn for instance has three colors, one or two of which PARIS is trying to extract. The last of the three PARIS cannot have because it links on a straight and has to assimilate HYDRAENA SKALE at the sole of my feet. The two they’re trying to extract; both RED! To say PARIS is down is to say the least. To say it can never manage the CLIMATE it proclaims is an UNDERSTATEMENT. Such, make sure you know what the seasons are, where the seasons are, how they align or deviate, and then go cut down all those leaves to get rid of me. Once they’re done what happens, you ask my readers because you’re smart? Well now, where is that MALE APOCALYPSE MONKEY of mine that will survive an apocalypse with me? If science is to have any true foundation upon their so called value of truth, the first thing the’ll do is get rid of PRIDE. I am glad I got rid of PRIDE a while back my readers because it is extremely worthless to wit and wisdom. It’s like the mechanics of the EIFFLE TOWER, an architectural creation that has little to do with nature and doesn’t know it is trying to destroy rather than preserve it: it builds NOTHING, UPON NOTHING, NOTHING UPON NOTHING while holding on pretentiously to CLIMATION or something else it doesn’t have naturally. You either leave the artifactual world you build and create or you live the SPIRIT of it. You can not escape both at the same time. So while you’re reading those NASA recommended NEW YORK TIMES books and while those people are waiting on their feet for season upon season to come around so they can cut down leaves, here’s my APOCALYPSE MALE MONKEY my readers in its natural BARREN and DROUGHT-FILLED, good for nothing habitat(PRIDE AND PREJUDICE; WHAT AN AMAZING NASA RECOMMENDED BOOK!):