Subjunctive rearticulation project

In the factor, ground level, do we know, unable to remember occupation, happening again and again? Maybe one is suppose to be here, maybe not, linked, tied, and restored for another interrogation, another temple of virtue questionnaire. It does not matter where the work is, watch your step on both sides, blue is no longer blue paradise financed by that that devours itself in a reign of fear, it is so much more, not ending with the physical, in the name of global unity, but now all can wear identifiable traditions, and hold a cell phone to each ear.