The Wax Conspiracy

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Chair, chunks, wanton jokes – impotent pieces in this blatantly staged security theatre. Don’t no-no-know ‘em, don’t want to neiva. The one rule is: don't go plastic, maintain hegemony. Dance around opponents, kick up dust, switch, do it again. Trace curve 1, it’s begun.

Time for the 137 (rinse) in the parallelogram bin, lithographs are produced – to clarify: lithograph rules are produced. Guidelines that no amount of circular flexing can break. Some call this ill descent, and I don’t even care.

This is my sound, drunken style. I call it Theme from vertical hold, loose grip, fingers reject the remote that cause all this vertical integration. I’m not here for dancing, I’m here to ruin and be ruined.

What kind of gangster thought it this? Shin triad, step 1 it’s begun – parry, feint at the last ap roach.

Belvedere Jehosophat

Written on Thursday, 14 March 2013

The Wax Conspiracy

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