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[sid] => 136032
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => A Recipe For Disaster
[time] => 2007-07-17 17:28:47
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[bodytext] => designed in the fashion of their own occult the autocrats come; they sip from the fermenting sorrow that leaks from my heart: they like the aftertaste, so they bottle it up in an Emeril-esque fervor, add a pinch of blue 73, a splash of sucruse acetate isobutyrate and a dash of corporate sponsership, and- BAM- it's their own. they parlay from atop their mythomanic thrones, basking in the brilliance of thier otherworldly artistries held together by masking tape, basting our fears in a decietful kitsch that goes down easy, whipping our scowls into a froth that imitates flavor, hiding benind soigne disguises and fated surprises. "if you're not with us you're bombing us, if you don't give in you're conning us." living in a heaven on mars, fulminating into empty jars: garish gluttons for glory vomiting pang-stricken lies, sputtering spurious allibies, shouldering neverending tries to change the colors of our eyes to something that rhymes with red, white, or blue- behead, fight, and subdue- the price of self-rule; a leak in the commonwealth reveals the empire bleeding through. how sound the parable? how bound the fiction? how many pages? how deep the reason? how long the aching ironies? this is madness this is downpour this is paralysis this is chaos this is languidly sentimental this is overcooked this is the end, unavoidable. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 285 [topic] => 75 [informant] => proudestmonkey [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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