Warning Contents Under Pressure

have you lost your mind not that I'm aware of just another flat penny train wreck let's survey the blaspheming survivors an army of gossiping lawn trolls have been detected in your garden do you a. get out of bed b. run screaming into the night c. splash a little more gin into the horn of screeching hell that feathered chaos aviary thronged with hollow boned creatures squawking their disapproval memory stolen with our sense of origin histories plowed into an infertile soil the old ways must perish from life digitized of course as a memento another nest of rubber yardsticks for the lofty lords of unknowing nothing to be salvaged from that oblivion unquestioning at all costs a failure not of nerve but of curiosity when meaning slides sideways and includes far more than intent and you wonder who is in charge of mystery words pierce the darkness up to a point and that's when the thievery starts and the leg irons bite into flesh their jackal locksmith dangle the key hi I'm an anthropologist and if you don't mind too terribly I'd like to pry deeper into your case with a few harmless questions all that meaning has got to go somewhere how is it possible to be smart and stupid at the same time and not know it meanwhile our vulgarities flourish clumsily navigating the unspoken reality noble as a Mafia paycheck in the cloaked world of two worlds the hidden system of engineered ignorance the Planned Insanity Dept. calling for another lynch mob party toad licking swamp thing biggest bang for the bling its statue missing arms and head a winged tragic marker for all to see the fog machine has spoken