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July 3, 2015
Either we don the mess or replicate it on our subjugated animals in distress, hold it up in cages of many colored bars and chimes and rotating baubles with reflected lights flashing, tantalizing the trapped and deluded minds draining their guts of head like pee from a distended bull in a fuck fest, we are these bulls and mud and semen laced cupcakes sprinkled with diamonds of poisonous glare, so haughty we become, we rise above the mess in our fashionable gowns of putative wisdom, presuming lessons to be learned from the echo chambers of our adorned crematoriums in heaven.