And That Focker Google Too

I hate you and the adsense pimping world you rode in on, another fucking cult, just what we all needed. G this, G that. What good will you ever do short of turning yourself into a verb? I'd (go)ogle my heart to see what I might click from it, but I know this is everywhere but here, and the electricity only runs two hours a day and these are not them. Black screen. No fan. No virus scan. No hope, only infinity; very few can palate that palette, too bright gaggy, too many colors, but I've seen the bandleaders blue vested crest and all the marchers even, know this is a world among many.