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MICRODERMABRASION ON THE FACE OF DEMOCRACY

19 September 2013 by CTASSAULTS

Okay I say here we go now down to the brown murky depths of sorrow!

Relay a canned sphered key logo to clown the slowed curled cuts to marrow!

Parlay delay decay slowed shroud of the blackest irking deaths run fallow!

I can see and hear no clicks echoed in ear shot.

 

Fuck it tuck it in or strap it up to hide the bruised sides from public eyes.

Zip up sew the trap shut sever the tongue I can’t stand the languid tonsils shining from behind mollusk hides.

Crow necked rubber glides shiver moral red tides in this broken bric-a-brac haste set to tick set it to bake for taste.

I can’t bare to breathe anymore pasty wet pet names.

 

All of you fucks need to wake up and get together

Try a little harder to spend a lot less and live much better

Realize the debts you’re making for future generations quaking in the womb still being filled with your toxic seed.

Don’t you get it can’t you see?

How all these fucked up little things that fill your dormitory lifestyles are tangled

With the lives of slave labor shackles?

Stop buying and quit rolling the dough, boiling up beyond the horizons of our achingly slow

Pink and purple shortsighted continuum of excess.

 

Ya better find new fuels for these cancerous fires for the winter is gonna burn deeper than cantos can quiver irreverent pathological seas.

Seized in the doorway of future headway pathos.

 

“hmmmmm ooooooh well I see what’s happening here

let’s all just cool it and think it through a little while

I’m not quite sure what to do but there has to be a solution

Maybe some kinda lotion potion, quotidian concoction to suffuse the pollution

Let’s just invent some algorithm to decrease population

Pour money into invention, a miracle fabric to stave off starvation

Anti-coronary pills, meta-stasis cancers, organic refractions?

With all this technology there must be a way already or soon will be?

For the future is here now dontcha know so we can’t be the canary

Don’t stress it chill out man take it easy and wait, you’ll see it’ll all be ok

As long as the sun lasts us through the day

And there’s still atmosphere to waft away the gagging smells of decay

Isn’t there an app for that? Hold on a minute let me check my screens

I’m sure there’s some answer in these oracles dementing clandestine beams

Of truth safety and security

That’s what they’re made for to make it all go away

And decrease post-fordist stress lines

Microdermabrasion on the face of democracy. ”

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