
Kylesa – Static Tensions
Except in reality it’d be more like a swarm of those red ants that swallow the New School every now and again because “exile” will never be as easy to coordinate with a kefiyah as the comfort of knowing that you might encounter some minor inconvenience in your otherwise regimented commuting day.
And then you really won’t be all that sorry, will you? I mean even if you might deign to understand just what it is that you’ve done wrong you probably won’t give a shit because the impotence of rising up is sometimes so goddamn petty it’s a wonder men of power don’t cede their seats every now and again just for laughs.
Let the kittens run the playground until they get hungry and mew at the back door for a nip at momma’s soft pap and then skin them.
Shit.
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