It has become clear now, upon witnessing a self-disemboweling tiger, along with a million other plagiarisms and a million other unimportant lives; Hitler was right. With the promise of looking down from an Empire of infinity; mannequins in shop windows thrown onto the fires, cheered on by beggars with tongues amputated. All bodies broken, no longer needed, there is no more eternity, only union for cripples, awash in acid showers like tears from a Rockefeller. There is no society. There is no me. There exists on only feeling -truly dread- as if drowning in an orgy.
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