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this will be good and slippery in a whistling fall from grace feel free to edit in a picture of your choice the more grotesque the more accurate while glancing at your wrist watch over and over when you knew your 30 seconds was up centuries ago we agree to be controlled he said speaking in archetypes here then is my plan for world conquest say Bob that was some intro right you are Nick and just what the tired evacuated non combatants at home needed you know Bob our audience should be issued guns right you are Bill the results would be immediate h-h-h-howdy there f-f-fans g-g-glad to see you all p-p-packin ha ha ha ha ha good one Bill who does your thinking for you by the way OK you've been briefed if I wrote as few words as possible the page would be blank and useless as a postmodern hit man speculating on the utility of spectacles driven by a fear of the ordinary in an ideological trance at this point it could go either way even reality is an approximation of reality but there is no question of stopping onward he plunged sarcastically into a semiotic twilight of the gods everything red shifted in a bar stool curse too many crevasses on this ice berg blinded by white phosphorous receptors wide open overt and undeniable incorrect labeling why is it a necessity would you know your number if your number was up he stood before his firing squad snickering and giggling and rolling his eyes got a last cigarette I have to smoke I'm a witch the squad broke up with laughter pissed their pants and shot the lieutenant if I'm in this much trouble now God help me tomorrow From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/

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