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Love Scramble

the words will ring out loud while hordes in orgies of the damned are fucked and raped by mobs of aping humans chafing each other this way out of duty to suffer for another false holi-daze trying to smother the real love inside of humanity beset as it is by all the wannabes swarming the shallow end of the gene pool looking for a mate-like material somewhere in the out there, putting all their eggs into one basket where it can apply as long as we could get whatever we want beyond merely this one night standing around waiting for things to happen instead of doing something about it to change the bad attitude seen projected overstepping the boundaries of good fun Here as displayed to the rest as wanted animal plaything for the lust and strange total obsession at mention of touching and loving, and wet thoughts ebb and flow like the tide and moon high above in the nightmare glare of stranger hands moving shapes through the dark haze penetrating the veil despised as innocence lost this one final time as cost contributed to delinquency as a critical finger on the pulse of all humanity the curiosity in rebellion suffered to ignorance knocking loose the wicked throes of anger to expose the tense lines drawn to dismiss and define the rebel as reprobate from the clinical fiction… who wants to love or be loved when it leads to such fatal consequences after the rubbery resiliency of the young is long passed into the setting horizon where the no-no zone lingers as totem to a procreative urge once used and abused to the fullest extent by those who so choose to reveal the generally applicable categories built into scenarios of a virtual vitality that takes on a life of its own, breaking the mold cutting the cookies into shape after being baked and made of things like eggs and flour to create this magic state feeling a part of a whole because of the burden of pain gone through just to make this next step or leap or plunge into that creeping deep end which might be mislabeled in the frenzy to catalog everything there is in this world whether nailed down or not begins an uncertain quest toward the thickest peace to make absolutely certain that you have the ticket golden with simple opportunism twisted to selfish reason, but it does not take such vicious acts to fake the sickness with the rest of the herd trying their best to observe others’ differences in the same fucked up manner of melodramatic glamor attempting to mock and dismember the crudest ideas of beauty yet with hyper-fashion tendrils reaching into everything…