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Jul 2020
throw me a parade
and a grenade of hatred and doubt when we feed them to the cannibals of lowlife dangers in the dark slopes and haunted slums of the forgotten underbelly created by the occult masses and the fanatics of the long lost systematic cults with dogmatic practices of corruption and sedation of the free minds by ripping the flag from its bearers with synchronised laptop revolts of the internet denizens and masked protests of peaceful violence and anarchistic tendencies that bleeds in our city's soil.

let no filthy farm animals let loose to where its standing above the very platform of this newfound eden created by our favorite leash-holding pets of the substandard modern civilization , dethrone the oversized farmhouse parade that is spitting and gurgling pungent lies that burns the essence of our principle while committing intellectual suicide in front of national television. towering castles and metaphysical egos of the bureaucratic and nepotists shall forever be berated and shattered by rebellious criminals of the free spirit that liberates our digital humanity and internet anima to embrace our primal intuition for carnage and blissful destruction.

burn the rich, burn the oligarchs, burn the senate
burn the building, and burn the system
upset the holistic order and leave no stones unturned, leave no animals alive, and leave no grasses burnt to ash
let the entire country's foundation floored to dust

nothing to burn, nothing to fade from, nothing to create, nothing to value
only life
let man eat animals and animals eat money and watch who will survive.
frustrated by my country's current state of affairs.

Stream of consciousness.
george
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george  Manila
(Manila)   
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