Time is a cold sludge scraping

through the mind.

we are shoved through life,

clutching,

bleeding,

breaking your neck again and

again.

heated repetition of human

weakness pushing this meat pile

to extinction.

 this is what brings my sweat soaked

fantasies of Bio-mechanics to life.

bones cracking, gears turning,

electrical pulses fireing circuts,

searing nerve endings, sticky thick

cold black grease coursing

through veins,

animating an anti-life.

Banality s extermination

fueled by itchy hot hatred of this

culture s perception. a hed-sledge

bursting through unwanted

corepussels, shattering its way to

power. to strength.

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