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A Nation of Narcissists

fumigated like stockade lice you Wall St. cologne jockeys would be 3rd World land fill recall that consciousness is tunable adjust your volume to a comfortable level because Turette's plus Alzheimer's is a nation destroying combo I forgot what I was going to scream wait oh yeah modernity is inherently outlaw the chorus began to howl like cats in a shoe box impressions create personality there was barking and pulling of hair their eyeballs spun like casino cameras I am in your head forever he screamed and collapsed like a cheeseburger chef after football day at the griddle well that was deep as an open manhole but it hit me like a brakeless gravel truck that once you admit the voices are yours you are ripe for mascara tramp extortion she'll kidnap your mind and then bitmap your mind for a little esoteric agenda indoctrination into the holy tabloid of miracles that radiate light all around and make the organist pound like a jackhammer it is our duty to create hey categories exist before we name them so let's try to name ones that actually exist well how Phoenix rising can you get how on your own can on your own really get you gotta be educable to survive that's Darwin plus Microsoft or else the Army Psyops College will unleash samurai population control and you will die like a sex doll predicting the end of the cro magnum world the trick to attaining godhood is to not try so silly hard because adrenaline is a reduced instruction set with which high resolution reality will rip your face off worse than catching mommy sucking off daddy for life is short and duty long drink its venom defiantly drink it you are going to need it there are a lot of good faces to emulate out there no need for instincts in a world of plenty

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