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I'm where white trash meets technology. It's safe to say that the whole towns' gone to the dogs. As Society loses focus are pivotal issues and revolts against a coffee cup color like a pack of skittish lab rats, I think it's safe to say it's devolution at it's finest. I'm where nature meets chemical ruin. As "Global Chernobyl", continues to creep into our lives. We choose to be ignorant to the inevitable decline. War are Christmas melting on a hot junkie spoon big city concrete slab. Insects caught in a website. Trying to hold on to any kind of normality that a free nation gone rogue holds dear. Memories of happy traditions become more and more diluted as our simian minds cook in our skulls. Radiation riddled Jesus "Corpsey" Christ rising from the abyss, mutated with 7 heads and 7 eyes. Consuming it's flock. Vomiting bones and gore twisted in wires and cords. Broken glass and festive sweaters. Swallowing prays,skeletal matter, and Santa Claus letters. Just focus on the savings. You can't afford not to. The tentacles of the beast are many, and they penetrate deep. Soft is America's under belly where hides the sweetest of meat. Tender vittles. Tantalizing. I'm where white trash meets  technology. One day that smartphone is going to out smart us all and sell us all out. But until then just keep your head down and get back to work. Once you feed of the forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge, you are forever soiled in "Enlightenment" and cast out the Garden of Blissful Ignorance.

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