a headless infant with a charred lower torso
The weirdest part is - there are people dying triple-bloody-dusty deaths on the tan and brown streets of the deserts in the middle east. middle east. middle america. two opposites straddling each other, hate-fucking, on the incredibly emotionless bedspread of knifes in the backs of young children - guns in the hands of twelve-year-olds, screaming revolting and odious cries of revulsion against the western grendel. arms almost torn off, scorched, smelling like barbequed sandnaggar with a side of freedom frahs and sum texas toast.
The force is fierce, covered in the thick, condensed milkiness of sugar-coated reality tv. conquer a bridge before the river even bends. tell us all we're safer in yellow, moreso than orange. the media mansion under a tent is broadcasting the military's mind-fucks and misprints. These are the strategies of our leaders - to mislead us into the temptation of fighting battles we can't win, by default of empty promises. LO! we can and WILL win. we are the truth, the way, and the life! the truth is all we have, because we are not strong enough to maintain, especially without a teardown. tearing us down will be our last feat. all hail the equality of destruction for all.
through the microcosm of the most mundane of civil disputes, with the lone ranger flying in on silver, our hero takes us to the chopping block with the blade we sharpened ourselves. the valiant hero melts into a pool. The devil dies and the lord wins. And everyone who isn't on the right goes to hell, and even the devil doesn't go there. It's firey hot like being shot in the back and not knowing where your feet are after all the flames of pain grip your nervous system. It's this force of nature. It's not one person, but a mosaic of people containing this code that makes things happen. Big things. Things that threaten our species, our mind, our intollerable connection that we are retarding away from, feeling ourselves peel back from the sides, our domination over this environment, in this big place - this gifthorse we look straight into the mouth of.
Sacrifices without being asked - volunteering without saying a word, it all bears down on the already unprecidented weight of survival. Values are imposed on others who don't have the capacity to understand them. The mistreatment of the student decays the class; boy becomes man. Radicalism is spreading like a virus. The dog is getting meaner every time you try pull your arms out of its teeth.
The force is fierce, covered in the thick, condensed milkiness of sugar-coated reality tv. conquer a bridge before the river even bends. tell us all we're safer in yellow, moreso than orange. the media mansion under a tent is broadcasting the military's mind-fucks and misprints. These are the strategies of our leaders - to mislead us into the temptation of fighting battles we can't win, by default of empty promises. LO! we can and WILL win. we are the truth, the way, and the life! the truth is all we have, because we are not strong enough to maintain, especially without a teardown. tearing us down will be our last feat. all hail the equality of destruction for all.
through the microcosm of the most mundane of civil disputes, with the lone ranger flying in on silver, our hero takes us to the chopping block with the blade we sharpened ourselves. the valiant hero melts into a pool. The devil dies and the lord wins. And everyone who isn't on the right goes to hell, and even the devil doesn't go there. It's firey hot like being shot in the back and not knowing where your feet are after all the flames of pain grip your nervous system. It's this force of nature. It's not one person, but a mosaic of people containing this code that makes things happen. Big things. Things that threaten our species, our mind, our intollerable connection that we are retarding away from, feeling ourselves peel back from the sides, our domination over this environment, in this big place - this gifthorse we look straight into the mouth of.
Sacrifices without being asked - volunteering without saying a word, it all bears down on the already unprecidented weight of survival. Values are imposed on others who don't have the capacity to understand them. The mistreatment of the student decays the class; boy becomes man. Radicalism is spreading like a virus. The dog is getting meaner every time you try pull your arms out of its teeth.