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as the langurous sun dips and dawdles past the periphery of the pond
you must pause to consider the formidable fear of
kittenshit chemical munitions and
not wearing any underpants on a chilled morn
(the wet sidewalks having been strained twice causing the eyes and helmets of the city workers to flash as the bartender dropped the shot glass, sloshing the vodka down the sewer and cutting glass right into the meat of the painted lines and bumps that once kept the city wholesome and safe and which now screamed deviance)
of course the man they kept in the silo was informed through a series of beeps and flashes because no one had actually thought to speak to him in years and still he recieved the messages proudly or as proudly as he believed a machine possessed the capability of feeling and he went humming and whirring merrily on to adjust his name tag ("kittenshit") and to flip and buzz the flippers and buzzers he knew to control the humidity and pollen content of his tower because when the outside beeped and flashed at him so importantly he knew that a pressing of buttons was in order and all of the buttons now controlled the air conditioning or the level of fluorescence in the room because controlling anything else was too terrifying and so he pressed many buttons with much zeal or as much zeal as he considered a robot to contain and of course one of the buttons did really control the pollen content, but the rest werent so domesticated
the rest of the buttons were quite feral, actually
having been trapped in the rain forests of hiroshima donning jauntily tilted berets and rifles they were stripped of ideal and implanted into the flesh of a metal cylinder to tick tick and whirr and to whisper to kittenshit to press them press them and this was the day that kittenshit did
and that is how the world was ended and how to tie a windsor knot.
you must pause to consider the formidable fear of
kittenshit chemical munitions and
not wearing any underpants on a chilled morn
(the wet sidewalks having been strained twice causing the eyes and helmets of the city workers to flash as the bartender dropped the shot glass, sloshing the vodka down the sewer and cutting glass right into the meat of the painted lines and bumps that once kept the city wholesome and safe and which now screamed deviance)
of course the man they kept in the silo was informed through a series of beeps and flashes because no one had actually thought to speak to him in years and still he recieved the messages proudly or as proudly as he believed a machine possessed the capability of feeling and he went humming and whirring merrily on to adjust his name tag ("kittenshit") and to flip and buzz the flippers and buzzers he knew to control the humidity and pollen content of his tower because when the outside beeped and flashed at him so importantly he knew that a pressing of buttons was in order and all of the buttons now controlled the air conditioning or the level of fluorescence in the room because controlling anything else was too terrifying and so he pressed many buttons with much zeal or as much zeal as he considered a robot to contain and of course one of the buttons did really control the pollen content, but the rest werent so domesticated
the rest of the buttons were quite feral, actually
having been trapped in the rain forests of hiroshima donning jauntily tilted berets and rifles they were stripped of ideal and implanted into the flesh of a metal cylinder to tick tick and whirr and to whisper to kittenshit to press them press them and this was the day that kittenshit did
and that is how the world was ended and how to tie a windsor knot.