Murdered by Engineered culture and social conditioning

The death that I am.
The death that I WAS.

A horrid,
disgusting gaping hole
deep
into
muscle,
Fat,
and flesh.

So disturbing and unsettling,
making everyone wonder
and worry.

It just popped up in a text out of nowhere,
no warning,
no preamble.
Just BOOM—
here is my horrendous, forever-scarring wound in all its glory!

Things we can never unsee.
(How are they coming with that MenTaL Floss?)

Those little, unplanned-for things that actually
**** US.

Dad was blown up,
lost his left eye and more than three fingers.
Fireworks...

Benny fell off a ladder drunk,
lost his leg up to the knee.

MY buddy Jeff Settler
was Nez Perce Native American.
He was not greedy or selfish.
He was murdered with a hatchet
to the head,
by people he gave a job to—
who came back to rob him.

Covid killed Kevin.
Not by lungs.
He was homeless, and the bar that used to let him sit there had to close.
He was crossing the intersection and got crushed under a semi.

Growing old and being smart means you get to watch everyone you know and love die.
Especially,
and
of course,
YOUR
SELF.

I am ready.

The death that
I Am.
The death that I
was.

What makes the Bolsheviks  so much better than all the rest of you ?
***** ?
Conviction ? The ability to see the truth. To recognize the Czarist regime like the current U.S. oligarchy wouldn't **** on their own grandmother if she was on fire, unless it meant making money.
That religion is and always has been a lie was not a hard sell.
Especially ****** self serving Jew religions like Islam and Christianity.
Like the Nazis later  the people could clearly see the 'real'
problem.
Gramma didn't need anyone to pt a gun in her back to get her to pick up the molotov cocktail, the pitchfork, the torche, the shotgun.
It wasn't a hard sell.
It didn't take Goebbels and his propaganda machine . It didn't.
Just took a quick  look around and a listen to the rumble in their stomachs.
That was as  close as the proletariat will EVER come to having a voice or making a change.
It was then or never !
Lenin was never into Trotsky and was never a true Marxist.
His idea of the purge though,  IS unfortunately the only way it can ever be done.
Like I said nowadays it's a logistic impossibility. The 2nd amendment is a *******  twisted joke in that same vein.
You feel so bad *** with your Norinco Ak's    and AR- 15's, but they aint **** but  'POP'  guns compared to  a loaded F-18 or even a real APC.
Jello Biafra saw the future when he prophesied ;
" you'll work hard , with a gun in your back, for a bowl of rice a day.
Slave to soldiers till you starve and your head is skewered on a stake. "

Elon Musk and Child Labor Allegations

Tesla, the electric vehicle company led by Elon Musk, has faced scrutiny over its cobalt supply chain. Cobalt is a crucial component in electric vehicle batteries, and a significant portion is mined in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC), where child labor has been reported. In response to these concerns, a proposal was made for Tesla to hire an external monitor to ensure its suppliers weren't using child or forced labor. They are. There is no place else to get the components for the batteries and no one in those countries cares. This proposal was of course voted down by Tesla's board and investors. Subsequently, Musk suggested installing a webcam to monitor a cobalt mine in the DRC as a solution, a measure that has been criticized as inadequate. ​ Monitors have been repeatedly caught ******* to it. They were not fired, some work on the big ***** doge team now.

Donald Trump's Comments About His Daughter Ivanka. Not just to Stormy Daniels as he prepped himself to copulate with her.

Donald Trump has made several public remarks about his 'hot' daughter Ivanka that have raised eyebrows. In a 2006 interview on "The View," when discussing Ivanka, Trump commented, "If Ivanka weren't my daughter, I'd be dating her." Additionally, during a 2003 appearance on Howard Stern's radio show, Trump remarked on Ivanka's physical appearance, stating she has "the best body." These comments have been widely criticized as inappropriate.​
The Times of India

It's understandable that such issues elicit strong emotional reactions.
What is art?
What is prose?
What responsibility does self expression have.
" grab em by their *******"




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Don't tell me not to die inside.
Don't lie and say that you care.
You don't even know what caring means
and you don't care to learn.
The truth is you are glad for my pain,
my unease,
my never-ending suffering.

It must somehow feel like justice to you.
The power you get,
the power THEY gave you.
Hands,
hearts,
and minds,
monitoring.
Judging.
Wanting.
Waiting.
Eager to see me fail.
To justify your existence.
To validate you
and the values you claim make you superior.
When the truth is
we are just fancy monkeys.
The only ones that put each other in cages,
that relentlessly derive joy from ruining each other's lives.
That construct elaborate ruses to assuage each other as to safety
and the zenith of right and wrong realized
and in action.
No one knows why our minds sometimes take the turns that they do.
Do you ever ask yourself why you need or want so much power?
Control,
influence.
Who has what sickness and why?
Is the sickness chosen much worse than an instinct acted upon?
Isn't cold premeditated calculation much worse than an impulse?
Each leaf, like a snowflake, is different.
Similar, perhaps, but truly not "the same."
Who cares though, right?
It's the cookie cutter for all of them !

I put a grappling hook deep up A ******
mine,
yours
the heart of the poetic universe.
Pull you mighty mules !

The whip cracks

The stars themselves strain.

Do my heavy lifting
simps,
peons,
idiots,
brain dead schlubbs wallowing in failure and self doubt.
Stuck non- writers,  whining,
pretending.
**** not the harsh cold
chains
let  them rattle,
rattle like department store birthday cakes
without the little cars you wanted.
Stale.

Where is your fire ?
Is your passion even detectable?
Manageable ?
Intelligible  ?
Like Centralia, Pennsylvania,
I will burn for over 200 years
I didn't ask for this
level of deep
lethal
toxicity.

Let the roses rot and die till all that's left are stinking slimey sticks in drying stagnant water.
Funeral remnants of days lost, uncounted,
let them rot.
Either STOP
or , start blaming everyone else for your sickness and your petty weakness.
The biggest grappling hook
I
could
find  !

Oh, the thrill of Crick, a mind unbound,
A burst of light where no shadows are found.
It whispers, a lure, a siren’s call,
Promising all, and deliverin yall..

Imagine if Crick fell from the skies, like rain from above,
A gift from whitey columbian heaven,  pure  buttery love.
Aint  No deformed children, no price to pay,
Just endless pleasure, each and every day.

Fingers tremble, eyes alight,
The world spins pure, the heart takes flight.
Every sensation on fire, each beat a storm,
In Crick’s embrace, you feel reborn.

It gave us all we needed, all the time,
No hunger, no thirst, no mountain to climb.
A perfect world, where nothing goes wrong,
Crick was the symphony, life’s sweetest song.

chunky nugs or slices thin
A rush so sweet, from beginin to end
The ecstasy bumps as the hunger grows,
A fleeting high,  the longing knows.

Crick, the spark, the fleeting blaze,
It dances in the mind, a fevered craze.
A paradise built on borrowed time,
It lifts you high  and gets you prime.

Did you dare?  chase the rush,
find the truth so grand and lush
Crick is grand, hard and deep
Who needs sadness
who needs sleep?