X's in a row Ruler of rest stop lavatories, crawl in the fake culture and laugh, spitting out chunks of undigested knowledge and imitation cheese. Layering pickles and castup on wheat bread baked by the mass consumer God of over production. Filling your belly with rotted dreams and raw materials, choking on the cock of a hypnotized America. Don't forget to swallow its load of placid conformity, remember your false sense of security never let go of your soiled blanket. There is no easy way out or in innocence has spread her legs to technology, trying so hard to wipe the urine off your star speckeled seat. The broken record keeps on skipping no one bothers to stop the car.
Reason for writing:
I hope to open the eyes of some one who is blinded by techno babble and greed
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