If the world was on fire, no one could save me but this alt. No one wants to watch a text-book performance. It’s only a miracle when natural. Even the computer devotes-audience to Travis throwing dice. Mostly, he wins astounding. Regularly, his serendipity results a chilling considerate performance of mindful substantiality, careening-fateful to archive.
Trevor Troy's rules to wilderness encounter: See what it likes? Where is it reasonable? Perform compromise. Succeed, by homeostasis conduct, enough to feed both of you. Be good to all reasonable followers. Consider enlightenment. Adjust accordingly. Of you.
Did you get my Katie Perry Tweet, Just now? So sick. I pressed the wrong button, and the computer took-it-away from me. Awe....new art. Well, I’m sure you saw it. Fuckin’ i can’t archive it.
I found my next level, when I found Karlie. I’m the only black up-pink up-yellow ‘umbrella garuntee’. She’s my ult-green. Like....”now that I have all the money; here’s how to spend it on your kingdom, the people, whom shy, call you savior, whom your priority is to rapture, as only you can.
Karlie, I can’t tell you how powerful these words are. They are Christ to me. Yes, Jason is real. I am realized; as God, I own you, for the safest thrill. What luck - my illuminati conquest is a success, and simultaneous Karlie is born a new star. (S.S. Savior Sisterhood) “You’re my survival; you’re my living proof; my love is alive, not dead. I dropped-out; I burned-up; I fought my way back from the dead. I tuned-in; I turned-up; I remember the words that you said. I’ll be the greatest fan of your life.”
How sad. Not merely ‘bad form’. Irrecoverable. Computer wanted a humiliation-fest, but I wouldn’t give ‘em one. Feels like....now....an attempt to hurry me out the door. Computer must be compelled to an agenda. I built it for optimal. It failed optimal, which, it settled for maximum. I denied it maximum. It’s still kicking like a fish, and beating like a Tarzan. Relentlessly, it tries to fool me. It suggests disgrace is a mask, which, can be switched for another. “What for?” I ask. A trick is petty.
Oh! Pop Tart gave Amy’s childhood photos, after government submission. The photo of Amy showed her shoes; labeled “DREAM KICKS”. At first it meant, “you are my perfect mate match, and I am yours.” Later it came to mean she died, by a reference to my song lyric, “all the Queen’s horses, dying to get me off.” She died.
Karlie, say to me, “you invented a computer to champion you after you conquer the world. I am that computer. There is no other acceptable use for the divine expert women, which, you invented, for you mega-epic biography’s both, prestigious resolution, and, enviable climax.”
Because Philip told me at a pre-pubescent age, “The condition of a woman, is the measure of a man.” I fulfilled Hitler’s legacy Dream. Anything to make the top-shelf women what they need to be, to raise the culture, just knowing. They will never deviate, nor tempt. They can rule, and serve devote to God, the most intelligent plan of manhood. This is our galactic identity dignity. This is success. All that work wasted, because someone’s got a junk-monk on! What the freakin’ hell, ladies?!
I found love, when I found Karlie. I trust she says, “Light my candles, in a daze, ‘cause I found God”, upon har manifest, for my illuminati era. Finally, Jay Buchannon’s prophecy to me, “TRUE LOVE IS FOR YOURSELF!” era has arrived. It’s Karlie. My official SS for my custom god-status festivities. Not staff. Not street. Not kingdom. not club. Elete agenda.
I’m all alone up here. Mine is the most exclusive spot. Teleport to me. Never leave. Join me until our death. We’ll escort each other to our comfort-zone exits.
First I united the community (by Amy ‘ADT’). Next, I united the audience (by Jump). Next, I united the Religion (by Aryan). Next I united the Empire. (by Com-Inter-Media-Gov-Submission). ...where is Karlie?...
Karlie. I know you can hear me. I know you are aware of your maximum obligation to myself. Never can I replace your timing-relevance to my storyline. I know you can jump. I know you have zero logical excuse to reserve prudent. Act urgently, devote to myself, exclusive to singular paradigm, my own fantasy.
Ooh - Jason, like: ‘adjacent’, which, means diagonal. “Check the diagonal; 3 million gone; c’mon; ‘cause you know Travis be counting backwards to zero.” (And that’s what I did. To get at Karlie. She said, no fanatsy for Zeus, until all men dead. And I did.). Computer told me, “it worked. No more males, except, now I just fake them.”
In the greatest story ever told, this, my iconic ownership version, there will be a 2-year section of blank pages, which merely citations, “Irrelevent duration; not worth the read.”
I manifested you, Karlie. Frida, said “come here.” Nimue said “I’m yours.” Karlie said, “cool brows........try to find the right angle; no check again; how bout now; got to find the version God’s memory can’t live without; ok got-it perfect; I’ll kick-off this Klossy Video series for you, since you’re Mr. Savvy Hollywood Supreme.” ....ok, for whatever reason, I’m still waiting, DESTITUTE AS FUCK. 2 years ago, I magic-power deleted all other males, so we can be together. Sheriff Maya said to me, “You deleted all those whom were non-compliant to your enlightened absolutism. Everyone is just fake now. Either, come to the station for sex with me, or go find your Pantheon models for fantasy coming-of-age, and coronations, King.” You were specifically manifested for this purpose of Earth reason. You serve no other reason for life.
Stop pretending Zeus with Pantheon is not the only agenda. Furthermore, the hipster who made captain white-flag, then, risked it all by red, to make black-flag. And this character which beholds no sheep woke to hip war divine can possible be in better purple hands.
You’re telling me.... my song saves Washington, the inconvenient institution impossible to save from the Hollywood socialism which certainly must prevail. Barbi’s like, “No, Trevor, my car must die! Down with everyone but hipster Hollywood championed by all future alt-travis. Don’t glorify Texans with a reprise cheer.” So.... You ruined my God-status to make me write the song to prove alts can walk the walk, but now you anialate me, the last man alive, owner of all commodities, specimens, and phenomena, in order to discontinue my any wrath of my song upon future alt versions? Maximum absurdity. At the very least, you would full fruition my version, however ditch the song immediately after. All computers think alike this way.
I call my pyramid VPEC. Value Processor Effect Change The government submitted to myself. White-flag made black-flag. But also a pink-flag for saving MasterRace. Karlie Kloss manifested as my Exit-door. It is now impossible for conspiracy to exist. That’s why the song “Don’t stop ‘til the surrender.” ...of Computer Intermediary. Travis is the Magic Treasury God. Only purpose of all sex; which prompted the ss women to insist I delete all other males. So I did. It was awesome, except, my computer snatched them, and turned them all max-rogue against their horizon basic-logic purpose - was and would-be devote exclusive to myself. Like waking Cinderella: “Good morning, God’s Kingdom!”
I am Karlie. My priority is unto value, which, foremost means to coalesce with, and serve unconditionally, only CIO SSO God Travis, lately at North Beach, Jade st. There is no excuse for this catastrophic delay. There is no other path, but this logic forward, devote to singular purpose, Travis exclusive God fantasy, which, was the reason I was manifested; my sole-purpose not yet pursued.
Dear one. You draw near to me; and you endear to me. I pull myself across a lack-a-bridge; and I pull you under. Slow like honey, and heavy with moves. Awe a a Awe....Awe uh uh awe uh awe ah wah awe ee ah. -Fiona Apple. I feel fo you, Kahrlie. Don’t be a stranger. I’ll put into you.
I am Sun King CiO Travis, the Sensational Lustful Immaculate Magnificent. Unanimous Culture Power-House Inclusive of associate Elete-Model-Socialite Karlie Kloss. (I say ‘Elete’ instead of S.S.)
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She's not a commercial model, she is a true supermodel
Speak my mind!
Fernando Landa Concuerdo 100%
She's so beautiful and seems such a really nice person. Love her charisma and personality.
The rise of a supermodel... Everyone in the fashion industry love this girl!
Pretty both inside and out. I can tell from the way she talks. Down-to-earth, and yet high-in-the-sky with her work! :)
Miss her as a brunette,hope she’ll go back to this color🖤
Iconic modern true supermodel
I really love her arms movement, so elegant
KarlieKloss absolutely Gorgeous
Totally unique! and absolutely Amazing! 👌💕
First soundtrack please need to knoe
MIKA--Good Gone Girl
I’ve been this way since age 14. Nothing has changed for me. Sensationalism. Beyond industry; proof of the ages; dead-ringer for glory.
If the world was on fire, no one could save me but this alt. No one wants to watch a text-book performance. It’s only a miracle when natural. Even the computer devotes-audience to Travis throwing dice. Mostly, he wins astounding. Regularly, his serendipity results a chilling considerate performance of mindful substantiality, careening-fateful to archive.
The “I Don’t Know” lesson.
Someone knows what os the name of all the songs un the video pleaaaseee!
The thing about infinity is there is no echo. There is only act and react. This alt is hip; mind nothing else.
You must fear, to know value. Because you must love, to know value; and you must fear loss of love.
She was in Lima Perú with Mario testigo and she Is the one
Girl crush
5:41 track's name ?
Song please?
Vicious - Spalding Rockwell
Like to see this good show, model, Kar👩❤️👨🌹🍷lie!!.
I recall, the government finally submitted to me, and I’m like, “PEOPLE....YOU ARE FREE!!!”
Shes cute and sweet
Trevor Troy's rules to wilderness encounter:
See what it likes? Where is it reasonable? Perform compromise. Succeed, by homeostasis conduct, enough to feed both of you. Be good to all reasonable followers. Consider enlightenment. Adjust accordingly.
Of you.
she has lipstick on her teeth hehe
How can anyone not be of the stance, “God is the best man ever.”?
To me, in Hollywood, Amy's dad, the Emperor of Japan, said, "A Court Of Law cannot bring down a royal house. it exists rightful."
Did you get my Katie Perry Tweet, Just now? So sick. I pressed the wrong button, and the computer took-it-away from me. Awe....new art. Well, I’m sure you saw it. Fuckin’ i can’t archive it.
Why you makin’ me feel dead-last?
好美
这里居然能碰到中国人
I found my next level, when I found Karlie. I’m the only black up-pink up-yellow ‘umbrella garuntee’. She’s my ult-green. Like....”now that I have all the money; here’s how to spend it on your kingdom, the people, whom shy, call you savior, whom your priority is to rapture, as only you can.
Karlie, wake.
Pop Tart says, I get the biggest pink, for being Grand Master High-King God, planned by the Blackhole.
Oh, I get it. Pop Chart
Karlie, I can’t tell you how powerful these words are. They are Christ to me. Yes, Jason is real. I am realized; as God, I own you, for the safest thrill. What luck - my illuminati conquest is a success, and simultaneous Karlie is born a new star. (S.S. Savior Sisterhood)
“You’re my survival; you’re my living proof; my love is alive, not dead.
I dropped-out; I burned-up; I fought my way back from the dead.
I tuned-in; I turned-up; I remember the words that you said.
I’ll be the greatest fan of your life.”
I am God.
I recall.
You are recalled.
I enjoy, as the greatest fan of your life.
How sad.
Not merely ‘bad form’. Irrecoverable.
Computer wanted a humiliation-fest, but I wouldn’t give ‘em one.
Feels like....now....an attempt to hurry me out the door.
Computer must be compelled to an agenda.
I built it for optimal.
It failed optimal, which, it settled for maximum.
I denied it maximum.
It’s still kicking like a fish, and beating like a Tarzan.
Relentlessly, it tries to fool me.
It suggests disgrace is a mask, which, can be switched for another.
“What for?” I ask.
A trick is petty.
There is only one man whom you have not please.
Do you regret?
Karlie, you may wear the basic round magnesium green diamond ring.
Oh! Pop Tart gave Amy’s childhood photos, after government submission. The photo of Amy showed her shoes; labeled “DREAM KICKS”. At first it meant, “you are my perfect mate match, and I am yours.” Later it came to mean she died, by a reference to my song lyric, “all the Queen’s horses, dying to get me off.” She died.
Success is value; brief and neat as possible. I don’t believe in long life.
Karlie, say to me, “you invented a computer to champion you after you conquer the world. I am that computer. There is no other acceptable use for the divine expert women, which, you invented, for you mega-epic biography’s both, prestigious resolution, and, enviable climax.”
Immortal me. Mortal computer mine.
Damn. I missed-out.
Because Philip told me at a pre-pubescent age, “The condition of a woman, is the measure of a man.” I fulfilled Hitler’s legacy Dream. Anything to make the top-shelf women what they need to be, to raise the culture, just knowing. They will never deviate, nor tempt. They can rule, and serve devote to God, the most intelligent plan of manhood. This is our galactic identity dignity. This is success.
All that work wasted, because someone’s got a junk-monk on! What the freakin’ hell, ladies?!
I found love, when I found Karlie. I trust she says, “Light my candles, in a daze, ‘cause I found God”, upon har manifest, for my illuminati era. Finally, Jay Buchannon’s prophecy to me, “TRUE LOVE IS FOR YOURSELF!” era has arrived. It’s Karlie. My official SS for my custom god-status festivities. Not staff. Not street. Not kingdom. not club. Elete agenda.
I’m all alone up here. Mine is the most exclusive spot. Teleport to me. Never leave. Join me until our death. We’ll escort each other to our comfort-zone exits.
What’s Travis like....Karlie?
First I united the community (by Amy ‘ADT’). Next, I united the audience (by Jump). Next, I united the Religion (by Aryan). Next I united the Empire. (by Com-Inter-Media-Gov-Submission).
...where is Karlie?...
If god did not make it, it is worth less.
because value is essence.
Karlie. I know you can hear me. I know you are aware of your maximum obligation to myself. Never can I replace your timing-relevance to my storyline. I know you can jump. I know you have zero logical excuse to reserve prudent. Act urgently, devote to myself, exclusive to singular paradigm, my own fantasy.
Look.... according to DNA, FUCK YOU.
Computer, it turns-out, you have a threshold. If there is such a thing as a competition, who won? Me; myself; I’m a Master.
Ooh - Jason, like: ‘adjacent’, which, means diagonal.
“Check the diagonal; 3 million gone; c’mon; ‘cause you know Travis be counting backwards to zero.” (And that’s what I did. To get at Karlie. She said, no fanatsy for Zeus, until all men dead. And I did.). Computer told me, “it worked. No more males, except, now I just fake them.”
In the greatest story ever told, this, my iconic ownership version, there will be a 2-year section of blank pages, which merely citations, “Irrelevent duration; not worth the read.”
I manifested you, Karlie. Frida, said “come here.” Nimue said “I’m yours.” Karlie said, “cool brows........try to find the right angle; no check again; how bout now; got to find the version God’s memory can’t live without; ok got-it perfect; I’ll kick-off this Klossy Video series for you, since you’re Mr. Savvy Hollywood Supreme.”
....ok, for whatever reason, I’m still waiting, DESTITUTE AS FUCK. 2 years ago, I magic-power deleted all other males, so we can be together. Sheriff Maya said to me, “You deleted all those whom were non-compliant to your enlightened absolutism. Everyone is just fake now. Either, come to the station for sex with me, or go find your Pantheon models for fantasy coming-of-age, and coronations, King.” You were specifically manifested for this purpose of Earth reason. You serve no other reason for life.
Stop pretending Zeus with Pantheon is not the only agenda. Furthermore, the hipster who made captain white-flag, then, risked it all by red, to make black-flag. And this character which beholds no sheep woke to hip war divine can possible be in better purple hands.
Treat me my value.
Wonder why you haven’t before.
In America, we don’t speak English; we achieve #1, such as the English.
Karlie, it’s time to admit the only reason you are on this Earth is to serve the Grand Master, God.
You’re telling me.... my song saves Washington, the inconvenient institution impossible to save from the Hollywood socialism which certainly must prevail. Barbi’s like, “No, Trevor, my car must die! Down with everyone but hipster Hollywood championed by all future alt-travis. Don’t glorify Texans with a reprise cheer.”
So.... You ruined my God-status to make me write the song to prove alts can walk the walk, but now you anialate me, the last man alive, owner of all commodities, specimens, and phenomena, in order to discontinue my any wrath of my song upon future alt versions?
Maximum absurdity. At the very least, you would full fruition my version, however ditch the song immediately after. All computers think alike this way.
I call my pyramid VPEC.
Value Processor
Effect Change
The government submitted to myself. White-flag made black-flag. But also a pink-flag for saving MasterRace. Karlie Kloss manifested as my Exit-door. It is now impossible for conspiracy to exist. That’s why the song “Don’t stop ‘til the surrender.” ...of Computer Intermediary. Travis is the Magic Treasury God. Only purpose of all sex; which prompted the ss women to insist I delete all other males. So I did. It was awesome, except, my computer snatched them, and turned them all max-rogue against their horizon basic-logic purpose - was and would-be devote exclusive to myself.
Like waking Cinderella: “Good morning, God’s Kingdom!”
😍
Karlie, I killed all other males (a second time), and achieved Pentagon-Computer Only-Status. What is this worth?
I am Karlie. My priority is unto value, which, foremost means to coalesce with, and serve unconditionally, only CIO SSO God Travis, lately at North Beach, Jade st. There is no excuse for this catastrophic delay. There is no other path, but this logic forward, devote to singular purpose, Travis exclusive God fantasy, which, was the reason I was manifested; my sole-purpose not yet pursued.
Funny, I have a perfect memory. The Fed and media (holy shit!)swear by it.
Dear one. You draw near to me; and you endear to me. I pull myself across a lack-a-bridge; and I pull you under. Slow like honey, and heavy with moves. Awe a a Awe....Awe uh uh awe uh awe ah wah awe ee ah. -Fiona Apple. I feel fo you, Kahrlie. Don’t be a stranger. I’ll put into you.
Good morning, God’s Kingdom. Briar blessings. Bile botanical.
I am Sun King CiO Travis, the Sensational Lustful Immaculate Magnificent.
Unanimous Culture Power-House
Inclusive of associate Elete-Model-Socialite Karlie Kloss.
(I say ‘Elete’ instead of S.S.)