Post-GodA Poem by Abyrdun'Nonsense', no pausing, stream of thought work. Focusing on the current social-paradigm of prioritising the mockery of something over making any attempt of assimilating, or learning, from it.Post-God 73 Sieving out the genuine lunatics. F**k your muscles. Worshipping yourself is more rational but equally needless. Stressing over the optical oddities. Who cares what the meaning of life is now? Content in conditioned tradition Tampering with your feral brain. Make concern over the inane, there's no loss but no gain. Why make an attempt to understand it, when I can turn off and demand that you stay in line, just behind of me, floating, shrivelled in a sea of worthless mental activity. 18/11/13
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