Talking Back

Hey all you temporary oscillators born to the impetuous posture you gun jumping rattle shakers wavering your body English in a gesture of kinetic ardor for the passage of time as leverage against the recognition that what gratifies and profits and returns a bit of leeway against the fiats of civic disapproval is but a starting point a utility that can no longer avail the authorities and their hold over luck and venture yes your countenance is sanctioned by the blaspheming throne of numbers and faces no injunction or coercive measure for the infinite stubby sadisms that fill the cosmic belly with degradation and humiliation a digestive system congenitally supplemented with self adulation stretched thin to the point of fragmenting that jangling tatty chandelier you call a mind into a hill of lizards you can't see the horizon from shiver and blanch to the bulletin that the lingering scraps of your empire have been licensed for repossession