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anthropomorphic machines and trees with revolving wheels
and brEakdancE backbOne brain grinder.
madame Guillotine and the -democratic machine?
i can’t see the symmetry
and know the brutality which this brings to me and the kin
which i hold at arms distance.
to get close is to get burnt and freeze and boil with Kelvin
and the old friend Calvin.
and the Papists and Copts all run for joy
when the fourth has come
and with his reaper scythe culled the innocent and ignorant.
what happens when the lambs bloods spread on the doorposts
of the righteous?
i can’t see that my war has stopped and is lost, ever gained
and not squandered on the priceless epitomes
we indulge-in.
and out and back and forth and down
                                                 brAp on.nEptunE.further.on.
iwishi could fly through the seething oceans of the stars
fading from the last rites to the Download.
                                                  Download.
                                                  downLow.
databanks and memories, now forgotten, neutral,
to the shores of pluto.
writhing convulsions of my -7o4-ly
-7tormentor4-.
i can’t see the number patterns hidden and bland and broken new
for my miniature temporary existence.i’m remissed.sorely with t
His holy oil of the east.snared in an Occidental web.
in the killing game of the gestapo runner marathons
breeds the hateful.
iwishi could free myself and the others from this human cancer
rust.mortal but the plastic sheet guides of life ruining-
bring purgatory to the Wretched.
we are the wretched.
i am the Wretched man full of lies and self prophecy
to run your life
in a highwall dimwhite corridor.
--turn the infra-red (light) district keys to the cancelling
-7commissars4- . who clean my sins to the planets of -7o4-. for
a backhand slipaper cut note.Knowhere?
                                               Knowhere to run to?
i can’t see the inquisitors with their flaming licker bla-es
of tunics hiding the hipflask communion jar from the yearning
parish.loosening the mess-
Age of the apocalyptic shrines and wormwood stars.
there is only one truth but none.nemo.

7o4 = GoD