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Arthur Schopenhauer // “for where did Dante take the material of his hell but from our actual world?" ••••••••• shut up, sit down right & write & write right you better recite those rules if you intend on having an 'equal' oppurtinity. line up, kneel down jump up, "how high?" - good boy now lie down with the constitutional strawman and soyboy snowman always melting. starting young when institutional furnaces made the snowflakes smooth and warped them in molds needed or the standardized proof. diamonds ny the dozensn reshaped into single-use tools. bright eyed sandpit artisans crushed under thumb shaped to retrograde & handmade into A-grade wage slaves set for a cubicle daze till coffin days. god bless the progress of fetish dressed uniform boys & girls in prison shaped schools. caferguns for lunch pop goes the panopticon. lock up, kneel down shots ring out one, two another shooter burst through the pearly gates rinse & repeat something smells like insanity somehow rhe privatized, polluted streams led fish to climb trees Just like those set in the garden of eden where men of the cloak hand out circumcised bonus points to kids on their knees in classrooms and Sunday school reform halls. Diine archeuck. Cahjedrls built for stealing children and human nature pipe down with those dangerous views on the dancing app. Say ahhh and open wide here comes the pipe back with a vengemance And back with artifical intelligence equipped with surveillance and updated with the new palantir drone missile launching spec sets pipes back, Watching you, waiting for you ready for you to take it deeper deep throat that pipe all the way down your neck its time for a national rollout of force feeding gluten free, artificial dye free flavorings include GM indoctrination & fat duck consumer propaganda turn to the closing page & a menu of foie gras lays in wait for graduated waiters later climb the snake laden ladder where the rats race for fat cats 'on your marx' head on the chopping block retrenched & savings lost by suit & tie gambling men snorting 401ks and ketaninne while betting everything (Excluding their house) horse tranquilizers are bad for good judgement and betting on bubbles to win At the table where silicone surgically emhanced stock market dealers have already rigged the game . Segui il tuo corso, e lascia dir le genti tea time, float with the turning tide now march with mao dragging those wild west Wall Street banking thieves headfirst to the guillotine. game face, cut chains workers united are able brush The dust out of a penthouse and off the organization owned high rise roofs. their crimes will paint the streets red Human Rights will paint the town red one say. bail out this & burn in hell as the system falls a new future is to be born with the rising class conscious awakened dawn brick, by brick Break down the empire buit on your back While you weren't aware of your status as an unpaid volunteer . Illegal occupation has been misidentidied and compromised. Rather... It was your time, your body, your mind, and autonomous nature, hijacked. All this while you were the host of a parasite class And your sovereignty has been occupied by illegals, unmask the robber barrons found in redacted files once, find them in a single file once again facing a wall this time, your call.
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Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 9:19 PM UTC
Stream of (Class) Consciousness
Arthur Schopenhauer // “for where did Dante take the material of his hell but from our actual world?" ••••••••• shut up, sit down right & write & write right you better recite those rules if you intend on having an 'equal' oppurtinity. line up, kneel down jump up, "how high?" - good boy now lie down with the constitutional strawman and soyboy snowman always melting. starting young when institutional furnaces made the snowflakes smooth and warped them in molds needed or the standardized proof. diamonds ny the dozensn reshaped into single-use tools. bright eyed sandpit artisans crushed under thumb shaped to retrograde & handmade into A-grade wage slaves set for a cubicle daze till coffin days. god bless the progress of fetish dressed uniform boys & girls in prison shaped schools. caferguns for lunch pop goes the panopticon. lock up, kneel down shots ring out one, two another shooter burst through the pearly gates rinse & repeat something smells like insanity somehow rhe privatized, polluted streams led fish to climb trees Just like those set in the garden of eden where men of the cloak hand out circumcised bonus points to kids on their knees in classrooms and Sunday school reform halls. Diine archeuck. Cahjedrls built for stealing children and human nature pipe down with those dangerous views on the dancing app. Say ahhh and open wide here comes the pipe back with a vengemance And back with artifical intelligence equipped with surveillance and updated with the new palantir drone missile launching spec sets pipes back, Watching you, waiting for you ready for you to take it deeper deep throat that pipe all the way down your neck its time for a national rollout of force feeding gluten free, artificial dye free flavorings include GM indoctrination & fat duck consumer propaganda turn to the closing page & a menu of foie gras lays in wait for graduated waiters later climb the snake laden ladder where the rats race for fat cats 'on your marx' head on the chopping block retrenched & savings lost by suit & tie gambling men snorting 401ks and ketaninne while betting everything (Excluding their house) horse tranquilizers are bad for good judgement and betting on bubbles to win At the table where silicone surgically emhanced stock market dealers have already rigged the game . Segui il tuo corso, e lascia dir le genti tea time, float with the turning tide now march with mao dragging those wild west Wall Street banking thieves headfirst to the guillotine. game face, cut chains workers united are able brush The dust out of a penthouse and off the organization owned high rise roofs. their crimes will paint the streets red Human Rights will paint the town red one say. bail out this & burn in hell as the system falls a new future is to be born with the rising class conscious awakened dawn brick, by brick Break down the empire buit on your back While you weren't aware of your status as an unpaid volunteer . Illegal occupation has been misidentidied and compromised. Rather... It was your time, your body, your mind, and autonomous nature, hijacked. All this while you were the host of a parasite class And your sovereignty has been occupied by illegals, unmask the robber barrons found in redacted files once, find them in a single file once again facing a wall this time, your call.
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Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 9:19 PM UTC
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