Gleaming Hatred Glistening In Defiance

It is with heavy regret we deem your teeming worthlessness to be the perfect medium for self destruction. The anger co-opted will fuel many false fires. Nip it in the bud. Keep it petty. Make life somewhat easy enough that doing seems an unrealistic option. I am just not entertained enough for their shit. But here I am sitting pretty. Pats on the back. Money substitutes for love or camaraderie so I look to the shelves and aisles under the fluorescent lights. The golden age of commerce. Options! Wow! The thrall and thrill is only a pull in my present slavery. Give me more then two days and I start to break. The things you can do. The things you can’t do. The artist with no art. And no desire. Its that inner flanuer telling me just walk. Walk. Deem distance to be a worthless chump. Its like that story with the piece of string. Time is what you make it. Then the criticism comes in by the thousands with petty whatevers. What can you expect from a society that deems violent trappings to be the king. But what can I say I am listening to satanic propaganda with an objective ear. Or maybe not.