ask me the part where marxism doesn't make more sense than darwinism, or when marxism ≠ darwinism... in england? ≠ = a train network, you ******* mcmuffin! the whole point of a "social" darwinism is that, unlike marx's "effort": we're anti-socially biased, competing... but that's not the point... what's with the desire for rekindling a community equivalent to having a village to grit root? extracting an individual from the horde is one thing, but having to craft a horde from an individual abstractrum ego, is another! add to that the whole pronoun "affair" and you have, what some poets claim: wasn't journalism the shitpile some preferred a j.r.r. tolkien to become? the presuposition of self, hyphen, well, with that, what's there to be collectivist about? what's there to actually gain from working? a ******* poststage stamp collection? there's no point to adhere to a cohesion that lacks an adhesive argument... bust-stop or bus-stop? i'm at the stage of faking a demand to watch the olympics... you know the one lesson poles were taught in school? cheating in a school ergonomic is one thing... cheating in a reality of owning the uniform of responsibility is another.*
most people has conceive
both "fat shaming" -
without a fat - philia -
as most can gag out
a cat walk with an anorexic
model...
doctors can
be manhndled socially as
autistic...
while the rest of us...
hide...
and to have made
an appearance,
to have gratified
human existence via cameo...
this...
an ideologue?
a charging bull...
if red's it's honing device?
this juggling act
of norma-marxism without
a normy-darwinism?
when, did it ever occur
to not compare Marx with Darwin?
when was colonel gaddafi
the one:
with a mortgage
but not a burial rite?
a maxim, but no epitaph?
i guess, compared to Marx,
Darwin *******
the proclivity of looking
at an ape...
unlike Marx:
condensing it to a poor man...
but sure...
you can have
Crimean "revision"...
you *******
... wait... what tree did
we climb off?
you call them what,
pine chimps and birch gutans?
i said: come what may,
an African phallus will
become a mongol ***** **** will;
imagine having to be
drunk in order to say it,
without being savvy...
just, plain, dumb, Bristol... aware;
but **** me did i enjoy
it.
oh i am responsible...
for the notion that there's a void,
that needs to be occupied
by mere thought,
or finger cracking akin
to the sound
of deep frying chicken...
fizzes,
and fizzes,
and then becomes a
Mormon nighmare...
finger, *******, licking, good.
o.k. o.k.: sizzles...
pouts bubbles
but certainly doesn't fry...
church hostile gorillas that climbed
off an oak!
makes sense...
but darwin is the antithesis
of marx, whether you like it,
or not.
