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it’s all just a hall uh Pain, yo…

can’t stand the heat?… then get out of the texas because Here we are a few rings closer to hell in the hand basket which is not the case we were all thinking it was when the crazy went insane hitting all of the fans in their faces with the shitty attitudes and hipster gang feuds like flying pie-eyed in this sad condition and then we became one hog-tie away from these Rhesus monkey-type southern-fried creeps that had always been in the mists coming loose from the human zoo where all bro-magnons and neo-anderthals were kept before they conquered us all with such condemnable scrutiny taken from more than a few fascist notebooks lost now amongst the chatter, as the moving human chattel can still waste their time in trying to find someone as new leader amongst a huge pale of horse shit as the scrotumnal equinox is upon us about to teabag the living death out into the streets forcing most of us to lose our version of the shit we were pandered into thinking was truth just as valid as the rest of them, but sometimes it is to each their own truth as we are caught in deciding between advantages and the scars they leave regards razed up of how little it is that we each actually care about one another if we have never met the Other’s true acquaintance and remain as yet this way as each perspective is present within us as these macrocosmic forms carrying out duties so long ago left unfulfilled when we tried to enact for real our tiny pieces of dreams as yet to be revealed… hollow the grams of wait weighing us to these voyaging vessels into the void blessing and cursing the whole ride as we fight at this tension and pressure dropping onto our heads like the sky is falling upon all victims of the choke as inner chicken littles who run away at the first signs of danger into the shallow grave adventure to stave off a common boredom in a virtual home of the wonders of convenience culture held onto by a small threshold contingent upholding ideals of traditional behavior, shafting us with negative mind bullets to which no cure has ever been granted as these are the real caustic words for cancers and chancres a tumor rumored one at a time (oh my) to appear as if this weren’t happening to us carcino-genetically all the time with the ideal of adaptation as another flaming fag for the argument or another twig on the barbie which is to say those whose appearing inferior or weak are bullied is simple, but amongst these creatures we were that are so-called ‘teenagers’ there is a thread linking all this mayhem together while stuck Here inside separating us in very cut-and-dry ways that offend because of simplicity that should never have developed beyond us into some pandora’s box myth of punditry for a people to partake of this projection even though all there is inside of this inner space makes us feel uneasy in ways that alerts a fundamental meaning with zeal and hatred at the forefront waving in offenders by the dozens pushing away real content for a pursuit of happiness yattering on and on urging to be heard though no one truly listens…

Thanks, khet.