Subjunctive rearticulation project

let’s get serious, say good by I love you, so long, been nice, so long, someone's got to die, waiting for another on time, A bomb, or maybe not. Cut off, collectively lost, as long as you believe in, as long as you think, as you believe in thinking in believing in . . . click your heels, repeat after me, we are not talking proxy portraits, or ideological traditional sophist, or single issue essentialist, or utopian politicians in to an out of time, falling in and out of the service of “truth,” to another, for another, in love with “truth.” Repeating, you have to believe, you must believe, listen to the mother and father read books and repeat after me, I can not represent myself, we must represent the not representative whole impossible to repesent, the higher broader bigger blogger. So, let's get personal and translate violence into an from, wondering are there more morals coming? We all, can not wait to read more of the same long neck gods talking to the pigs, the pigs to the horses, and the mysterious shadow making mysterious hand motions, waiting to dine. The tableau is set, you arrive, there is ample bread, plenty of plenty, translation disappears, there is no need for need, an argument begins, we all go hungry, start a war of wars, the divine majority sings creation creation song in the celestral cathedral till dawn... we say good by I love you someone has to dy.