Get Back At Cha Grind With The Grace. Face Off With The Faceless Interface. Art and Poetry

Feeling the shift not getting the shaft. Zombie apocalypse masks made of skin grafts for the phage, we must puncture through the black holes with all our rage! Anti-dote The vampire propaganda mind control empire. When the mindcrotrollers twisted linguistico symbols leave my mind, my eyes are forced open to no longer be blind sided, still, I writhed in the pain, pawn the inside, while gesticulations flooded out uncontrollably, going on about all the realised ill gotten slayings, the brutality of knowing life can be really happy extreme gay to the max and everyones days could be made great!!

That the sulken will not experience a death worthy in order for that bright day!! Now comes the rage that hasn't happened yet! Well now the only thing that could put a smile on my face is the positive apocalypse to match faked and false loves and hates!! Initiate the 1000 years of mourning for the 1000 years of humanities anti-human tortured disgrace!!!

Love without hate is not love. Hate without love is not hate! The slap happy commodity fetishism grinds the internals and no one seems to resist or is it who can resist (thetemptation)? The false realities are all over me like molten maggots leaving welts. The book of revelation has come true with boils and blisters. I'm grinding my teeth. Grinding my gears. Every ticking propaganda machine begging me to become an intitiate by giving into ? What I don't have any fears!! Is that all there is I could scream, except I was lucky to find a solitude family, however small, bare survival of the mind kept me right.