Two automatic passages

with emaciated bodies, intestines and brains laid by the roadside,
starved and beaten, what a splendid cruelty; to see and not feel,
such as your voyeur and shepherd. Woe be unto you who plants a pistol in the earth, and woe be unto the pretentious who use such phrases. There 'be gold in them mountains and bullets in those corpses. Among ravages, among rivers of urea, there 'be your virgin mary penetrated. Down amongst fallen teeth dung beetles pushes along balls of excreta made by refugees shot in the head and gullet, what a sight to watch when insect-janitors scavenge such human wreckage.

Let there be a new mankind that dies and is reborn, then remembers what is bullshit.

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A bum sleeps it off atop a potted plant, people continue on relentless meaningless speech. Obese woman with ripe ass, face riddled with acne like she were stung by hungry wasps needing a new oil. Screaming at another from far off, rage bellows and ricochets. A match is lit and falls on white hands, skin boils up into a bubble and ruptures, pot marked hands with millimeter deep wounds. People stand and scream at the sky, giant hand with sewing needle skewers those standing, needle forced into nasal cavity with cold efficiency, blood is sneezed upward. Cunt spread open, pink life forms rave onward, they look like the fusion of wolves, frogs, elephants and toads

Of what is asymmetrical. So says the zeitgeist of the modern era