Pass the pills, the great gobs of prescriptive denial, send us all along our paths surreal as we nod and grin, complicit…
Lay it all out before us, the blithely boring buffet of “heroism” won in the distant lands of those “lesser” creatures where terror matinees feature imminent threats to our alleged freedom…
As we all skip gaily bleating off the cliff, grinning our laws of attraction, never wondering why such corruption billows and balloons us all puffed up in songs and hymns and spiritual songs and…
Something so sleepy, so myopic and sludge slothful coursing through our veins as we snort this righteous indignation at any not white, not here first (wait…), not Bible-beating cleanly-seeming…
Importing bootstrap molasses for asses pounding their pulpits reducing compassion for the downtrodden, trampling any and all deemed weak, abnormal, suspicious-looking, not born with silver spoon inserted in the wide wide mouth…
Tune in and turn on the off of any soulfulness, we’re all done with frank and real, raw and feel, we got game for heaping high miles of blame on any who dare expose our truths…
Sit at our table where we’ll rally the professionals, injecting poison and gathering mutant unearthly harvest for the gaping masses of superior mindless compliance, gulping down the greed master’s meal…
See, we don’t feel, think or otherwise manage more than a cursory blank stare in the winking twinkle of this twilight of our delusion…
J. Ruth Kelly 
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