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Thanks For What?

i hate you, and your lazy ways looking for the opportunity whenever it lays in your path to betray and exploit or display and distort any truth to the situation out of guilt or shame for the words as you might have used them in error to your idiotic melees with the powers-that-be casually random which is pitiful behavior to remain an adulterated specimen yet barely an adult fully-grown to size up with as many of the rest of these capable people amongst you, might as well call it quits before dancing gig is up while a big wig with a name souled amidst the buyers’ blitz as zeitgeist jinx on all good things that may haps comes to pass as a bold expression revolting against the timelessness of these as hollow phases we go through again and again to our mutual dismay and dismal array of emotions limited by our perceptual filters even when sighting the truth as we know it… the flock of blindly devoted turkeys in jiving their shit all the way to the bank that won’t let them take out a loan as magic of the torture system as restrictive with its’ powers like secret macaronic manipulating the manifold layers of all effective cosmic boundaries or to empty the sounds of the nations in slowly macerating as the terrible indifference holds sway in a corrupt system held arrested by words like ‘justice’ when there are no finish lines that lead to a golden gilded perfection, because all this ever was is an illusion of lies and the myths compressed upon one smiling in aspiration set atop another on an ivory tower looking for an object of child burnt as effigy of innocence in our least fuck-sucking state as we like to convince ourselves that the leash isn’t holding us back from excelsior positions of rank and file attacked as a casualty when the mind wars continues to rage into even this social evolution going on and on bursting like wildfire as the roster of archfiends keeps withering into oblivion, but shhh we can’t speak Here altogether freely and this is why i write this the way that i do to keep the draconic servants at bay in choking hazardous water of the shadow where they obey unspoken chthonic laws built in a past which stewed and spawned them into the present incarnation through spiritual static as trick of a mechanical flaw somewhere deep inside beyond the harsh maw with sharp teeth and the heat of decay grinding down a strong zeal honed through ‘die jest’… your righteous though dull senses distract you and your flock of sheep made people in those ill gains you look forward to as you consume all these around you in whose soul you can see value to be abused and shamed from virtues in giving, but as hopeless faith in human misery shields no one from the required experience exchanged for an effort attempted while being Here as more than some waste or drag on those that will have you as friend even for a moment, shocking to think this monkey can remain to wrench you loose of witnessing your subjective domain domesticated…