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Becoming Totalitarian

by Authoritarian

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Speechless in waiting for the next tock of this ticking moment has time and again left me fighting myself for peace of mindlessness taken apart and re-assembled backwards from scratch only to find we weren't designed but untethered, to flux and flow on mental weather to dismember whats past to make room for new limbs and climb the slopes of our...
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...cosmos on the backs of blind whims Breathing in the earth, taking in the soil I'm lost to myself in the void, and I'm ensnared while I hold the key, and I'm watching myself fill the roles of gods because Truth plays no role in my day to day x3 Truth plays no role in my fucking day so I'm breathing in the earth, taking in the soil So I'll wrap myself in the void, cover my tracks and forget there was ever a way out Man-made this endeavor to be the highest power
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why would some poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the best that he can get is to come back to his farm in one piece? naturally, the common people don't want war that is understood but after all it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along. voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. all you have to do is tell them they are being attacked denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism denounce the pacifists for exposing the country to danger tell them that they are being attacked it works the same way in any country
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Take a deep breath let the image sink in slip from consciousness into transcendent oblivion hopeful, eating yellow paint so his innards can re-elate the self hate and self loather both float like dead weight bloated face no escape young mother sans aggregate leaving the world in a dumpster switched realities to dance birthing fluid on chrysanth mummified modern man no love her no chance, no hands, no other supreme tyrannic buster im left beside myself the self search propagated by the shelved lurch that bursts thirsty thirst leaving the worst cursed to burn every church with just mirth scanning debris to find all 20 sides of me dying ayotzinapa 43 lying in mass graves roll serial northers still stuntin video venereal not caring everythings immaterial "Life is a surreal experience, I am not my body" said the Brain. "There is a spectrum in everything, yet all is the same"
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Cointelpro 03:14
lord develop man to concede to trist technologic narrowest exit we've made has closed run loose shot dead wide bore spiral cloud surveillance all can be as privied prying world serpent in the bear garden feeds vertebral thresh sphered cross concrete mold wind through dead branch purest white vestige from my view was smeared abruptly disappeared dispirit unlawful detriment inherent of all the way offal weaponizing perversions of dreams coexistent unison in extinction mass prayer for an ill-deserved reprieve personable fetishized grief all can be plied as a hell i know now i'd never survive to see it straddling it to mount as you've proved intimate in the ill way that you are made to know you no such thing as you there is no you you know know you no you
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forgery of conscience vein of shit you hold erect involuntarily seizing greatness go to heaven be with god now incorrigable church with yourself again limp apologist fail your risk dump the rest unrealized piss-soaked unmoved sustenance unfriends and blocks you unsurprising you are dying dissociate asecurity digit hemorrhaging its own aether prison you live sprawls forever regress languid paradigm doping in unregistered succession it cannot be your fault
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parallax of obstructive icons innumerable time won't permit mounting their heads once they are slain existence shrouded in miles of coal tentacles and tongues reins of control corpse blight pocked manifest of guts flaccid omnipotent ennuic mass-gelded in their homes smiling unto tools fashioned from their own bones brains on a dais flayed like a blossom's bloom a billion smart phones backlight a tomb hope apart the effigy to find another beneath debt repaid in bladed grief white black gold red proscript and prescribe tranquilized meridian smeared with the blood of the lamb a jaundiced star gridlocked to horizon indistinguishable from the rest
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I clawed at my mask for years, leaving scars and thoughts of peeling it off, and finding nothing but this bare skull. Dripping blood, trying desperately to keep muscle and tissue in tact, but I'd tear it all away. Just so I could take this picture to wake up to and be reminded that I once had a face before my violence got to it But still no one can see us, we're cloaked in vulnerability. Shoving good intentions down the throats of ill-intent Smother the hate and hate the hatred I choked my unhappiness until it turned blue and I smiled and thought "why hadn't I been violent towards my violence all along"
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released August 11, 2017

Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Kieren Krebs at Overcast Recordings
Produced by Authoritarian and Kieren Krebs
Design and Layout by Jeremy Miller

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