Candy Scorpion

in all human history this is being said now as the flies gather about my corpse and its waiting Molotov cocktail booby trap we all feast upon what we were with more monotonous regularity than what we might become with all the ardor an erased memory can provide a new non existence for the masses providing all the approved postulates a life in hiding might require all the while putting your money on the distant possibility of infinite variety my local Gauleiter goes name your price a clear conscience I spit in his face not exactly an illustration of long term thinking but since when has my ethical framework been other than a grand encircling conceit that ignorance is power no wonder this non-transient anemia turning each footfall into a determination that the effort of running sweat off my heels will sweeten the air I breathe by several microns fewer particles of mere belief the scent of exploitation in my nostrils the beatings will continue until morale improves went Gau who continued holding all the cards shall we play ziss one he smirks and smacks the green baize with a Joker I have the writhing suspicion the cards in his hand are all Jokers truth Joker hope Joker God Joker bliss Joker playing you and me for epiphany chumps a piano wire garrote around comparison pulled a bit too hard and my petroleum mousetrap flares ardently phosphorescing Gau's face here's my mirror Gau in case your axons remain shunted to this blazing irregularity