Critiques on Divisional Litanies

Let’s whitewash it all. Your normality and sterility is killing me and I am not supposed to be conscious to it. The spirit of attack must always come through. The march forth into awareness never stops. The struggle must be onward. Must begin to realize the enemy is nearer then you think. That convenience, that service, that taken for granted. That every moment regulated. That is the enemy. The surroundings, the lushness of this all, the grandiose saccharine fantasy of now. Fucking fantasy world. Normalcy and the fallacy and reality dancing together in some sort of nasty sermon on three way sex...