Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.
Why do I hate so fucking much? The way they bullshit one another its compartmentalised and plush.
An insane asylum for inane defilum who make the same jokes, choke the same spokes, on the slowly rolling train of disposed of hoax, calling out to society for ideas weve decided are stained with to much blood.
this taboo pile that no-one pokes.I want to impose cascading herbicide on these weeds weve accepted as lives, and hope the lie dies.
Because maybe with lye, we'll find a way to get past, the piles and piles of detracted currency, cash, dictions, ideological sheaths of soiled schemes, the dirt that is caked around our human perception,the net that we no longer get to despise.
shed skins ignored as best as possible, but their dirt is eventually brought about. We'll test the temporary redrick that weve chosen to shout, the leaders view well see anew from the top of each uniquely vibrant flower shaft.
we'll know once and for all what gets us anywhere other than an escaping root, and well finally get to plant the ascending escape bulbs that we want too. Lets put it to a vote.