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in postmodern troubles you just yell

over and over again

about the same theses

ignored filaments, burnt out truths

forget your kin, and try to be better when they die

take things! take eyes!

take a name you don’t care for, 

and trivialize its provenance!

remember to yell! 

this year, no one hears your sheer bile unless you yell!

we’ve no need for whispers, dead visage in the dark

 leave these poor serfs, their thatch is already aflame

alight yourself transverse, levitate! uncool to fly, and 

the ground is toxic

taking off is sin, and hellfire if it is stated plainly

there simply ain’t enough room in this here vault, partner

and i’ve got all the stacks

i’ll climb out and trickle down help

stay in the hole! 

we’ve a great many lootings to do, and i need you to stay in your hole!

once a week you feel bad for good reasons

you are what you eat

i am a dumb-dumb!

soured apple, and cast off!

the path out from this loop is

beyond a studded couch

anxious dreams are your best lies!

slim down your bullshit waste

puke up bits of hardened soul, and get a better job!

sell yourself!

to survive here in postmodern dystopia, you whore your labor

and “love the work”