the enlightened inquisitor We are meaningless bolts of animalistic cruelty lost in working class delusion; enthusiastic mimes latching onto shriveled worries.   The blood of the gutless man emerges from infected wounds. Annihilating creativity upon contact, this gaudy, guile puss waits upon a terrace of glistening destruction.   Eventually this handsome camouflage melts into a…

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