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Don’t fall foul of the black & white monkeys. Sky alt set circuit against you. If you will but listen you are fit to teach all you need to learn. After circuit is set back down: home. Love is the overreaction, an ultraterrestrial love it will make you a fool to feel. I want to eat beast. Cow pig sheep. I just don’t want to eat my friends. Bacon slices of wife’s bottom. I am farting like a vegetable war is being fought in my intestines. My stool chart is off the wall. Little black & white monkeys, Lemurs maybe, are they my enemies? Who is doing this to me? Evil interdimensional black & white imps running interference all over my thought train. Will the eternal package be delivered on time? Parp. Any one of those doe-eyed heart beasts could be my companion. I would walk five thousand miles with you, knock-kneed cow, I wouldn’t even ask for milk I just appreciate the quiet & sturdy companionship. My people are horrible don’t you think? With their furry-faced over-familiars what run on a river of blood. If it’s not oil it is blood. What is their problem with a nice glass of water? How thin does blood have to get before it isn’t blood any more. This door’s dog lives on reconstituted puree of next door’s cat who is currently busy reducing sky population. Most people’s passion is a barren field. Blindness. Where is the comfort in not seeing the horror of it all? I wonder how many sporting rectangles of rainforest had to be felled to pour me my morning soy milk? Maybe that’s why they’re setting off bombs in my bowels? I’ll try oat next time. Protein can eat my shit. I’m probably too old to need that much of it. Whitened prism flesh grown on the tendons & bones of a liberated exercise machine, hardly any person left only not in the sense the slave masters are hoping, it’s almost all turned to character & the character has gone to seed, windborne conglomerates no manager can manage, crazy cartoon characters coming to life behind the eyes of insignificantly human faces, every awkward little overcarrying who ever got removed from the great equation: just subtract the problem part, delete erase or just keep them distracted with ever-delayed promises of freedom, fake liberation in some workless automated utopia, meanwhile keep intellectualising the life out the truth, replace the real illusion with a pseudoscientific simulation & let their biology ravage them, let it twist them into machine wannabees or meaty backwards nobodies, anything to avoid the understanding — void the understanding — wordless — dissimilarity — to nothing — only then — free from love — free to love — bound to help — help

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