Catalogue the misplaced punches when the pugilist malfunctions with head-hunter reluctance to utilize the barrel’s circumference. Now, my heart’s a satin anvil ready to drop on prefabricated imprints. Jump-start heart, pump blood to lubricate the pistons. The dagger’s getting slippery, nervous and anxious ready to kill Whitey: Affirmative action synergy—crackers employ bias to balance supposed symmetry. Let’s persuade these rifles to safety, hypnotize the alliance to hasty decision. Wasting time is not an option except for legislators in congress: “There’s a hesitation in progress…” Black-magic mark the documents, jettison the evidence. It’s so easy to slumber when the number one offer is corporate profits under the guise of stocks and bondage. I love the starched rhetoric, like a mild sedative. How can I think competitive when I possess the false pretense of your condensed neo-Genesis. Wake me when it’s over and my complacency’s been upholstered, when I’m not inhabited by contaminants in my lunch order with stamina to withstand drying wet sand—slab on the mortar. Under orders to brick-build New World borders while Lady Liberty’s practicing her scales—the show’s tonight, it’s too bad we can’t afford her. That’s one more aspect tossed in a wastebasket ignored by reporters. Initiate pandemic… Fanatic rudiments rooted in lunatic masses who always manage to panic, but I’m not influenced by flocks unable to comatose this. Expose my every waking hour to suffer the diagnosis. The diagnostics: Bogus, when doctored components told us ignore the social holster where they keep the homeless. We the populace have not spoken, just braided rumors and carve initials in sabotage: Bar code scan: Cattle prod… Evidence circumstantial, fantasy, spectacle. Identity susceptible to theft with no amenities left to convince one fingerprint it’s yours, so test retinal hemorrhaging centered around the endlessly compliant fucks festering. I’m a populist held under oath’s astonishment channeling remote-control dominance of corporate monoliths. Ellipsis wants out of this, his pseudonym signed in third person, namely: Resistance…
Too many spares and not enough flats to fix… Too many spares and not enough flats to fix, we all showed up for class but it’s already been dismissed… Too many spares and not enough flats to fix, tire irony’s a pacifier for pacifists… Too many spares and not enough flats to fix…
Transcendence via unmarked victim since skin is just a skeleton's pseudonym...
