:maddd: Spew out the thickness of evil that coats your throat like the powder on the face of the nameless corpse beside you its eyes gleaming dully in the reflection of the fading sun on the sunglasses you wear to cover up the desiccation of your dying face. Rip out the liquid mess of bile that swells your belly with sickness and starvation that passes for prosperity and your limbs with bloated turgidity like fat colorless worms writhing stiffly as they roast in the midday sun on black asphalt. Snort out the stench that clings to your flesh wafting beyond your rot to infect the decaying lungs of your death-walking neighbors, wheezing the black blood clotted miasma back into the sulfur laden pollution of the night. Churn out the snakes of death that wrap their tails around your organs, biting and paralyzing lungs and heart, venom mixing sluggishly with the congealing blood flooding your black veins under your wax-paper skin. Unclamp the bands of spiked iron misery that dig their rusted fingers lovingly into your brain, squeezing new ideas like maggots from a suppurating wound falling out to add the charnel stench of their droppings to the putrid odor of your mindless servitude. Realize, you are dead in your wonderful new clothes And you are dead in your fancy new car, And you are dead at your expensive new desk And you are dead on your solid ironwood living room floor Because your existence in your blackness is a lie, your success is a compromise – You sold your soul on the day you said I do, kissing your corporate keys so sweetly, caressing the ring of your tacit refusal to be moral, pledging everlasting allegiance to ignorance, choosing bliss over reality, success over suffering, and notoriety over anonymity.