This is ancient magic. Humans
dreamed of (immortality) for as long as we’ve wondered where the dead were and what
happened when we joined them. The idea that this should belong to someone, that
the sociopaths who clawed their way to the top of default’s pyramid of skulls
should have the power to decide who dies, when no one has to die, ever – fuck that
shit . . . Doctorows Walkaway
he seconded Doctorows sociopaths also those minor sociopaths who let their dogs
shit on city pavement the sidewalks and streets and didnt bother to pick up
their animals sizable turds
they wouldnt have small dogs
they had to have dogs to
emphasise their masculinity
the
more pronounced their ssshh
private
failings the larger the dog
they had breeders concoct new
species to help absolve them of what
they mistakingly believed was a temporary current condition
it could be rectified(hed love to
help wrecktify them)
they were kidding themselves
and those who enabled them
silently kidded too a corrupt paycheck is
a paycheck is a paycheck maybe
a bit more distance is a paycheck
he was confident those socioclowns
would gobble cock if they thought it would help grease their rails
nothing
nothing was beyond contempt in their pursuit
yet once
they felt serenely elevated anything
and everything that didnt serve them was contemptible
ancient magic
he couldnt have said it better
when history cant inform
it will be repeated
every recitationevery newest
thing under the sun chained replays revocation of common sense appalled him
theyd get it right this
Time
ignoring prior precepts was
what it meant to be human
the pyramid of skulls
the heaped inhumanity
is what it meant to be human
he was obliged to disagree
1843, Sunday,
19 8. 18
1133, Monday,
20 8. 18
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