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grotesque characters smash themselves against Plexiglass windows the sheer mass bowing and distorting the transparent protector squeezing into the darkened faux-cave for a glimpse of the last starfish in the Pacific – droopy fingers cling desperately to transplanted basalt slow death from radiation poisoning the future picture for all of mankind little Cindy sheds a tear as discolored water flows, unfiltered saline ratio destroyed by the introduction or pesticides and straight petroleum reflective properties shifting the absorption rate oceanic temperature altered the tree so memorizing no one notices the inferno on the ridgeline – facilitating the fall, politicians look to tax carbon emissions pretending to understand while Jupiter develops another eye and the storms on Venus have gained intensity at a steady rate for 25 years blaming the diesel SUV, sun worshipers get skin cancer and ulcers – unrepentant hordes of sheeple march through drive-throughs signing up for the slaughter the gods of old are coming home and blood sacrifice is all they accept –
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
looking to tomorrow
grotesque characters smash themselves against Plexiglass windows the sheer mass bowing and distorting the transparent protector squeezing into the darkened faux-cave for a glimpse of the last starfish in the Pacific – droopy fingers cling desperately to transplanted basalt slow death from radiation poisoning the future picture for all of mankind little Cindy sheds a tear as discolored water flows, unfiltered saline ratio destroyed by the introduction or pesticides and straight petroleum reflective properties shifting the absorption rate oceanic temperature altered the tree so memorizing no one notices the inferno on the ridgeline – facilitating the fall, politicians look to tax carbon emissions pretending to understand while Jupiter develops another eye and the storms on Venus have gained intensity at a steady rate for 25 years blaming the diesel SUV, sun worshipers get skin cancer and ulcers – unrepentant hordes of sheeple march through drive-throughs signing up for the slaughter the gods of old are coming home and blood sacrifice is all they accept –
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
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