Category: war reports

fear incantations from the western lands no.2

fear incantations from the western lands… a world rendered meaningless that no one any longer understands… controllers, operators, mannequins, idiots, deplorables… wheeling bodies into the pit, clouded in cement dust; carcinogens, pharmaceuticals and body parts…

cities of the arabic world in flames… throwness, lostness, decay, collapse… fire-bombing, carpet-bombing, surveillance drones glide above the war-zone… blast-wall corridors demarcate the green-zone…

game theory statisticians, five percent nuclear war, child soldiers turned to mincemeat out in that rawest field… embedded reporters pissing themselves as the tanks roll in like doom centipede columns…

creeping existential panic, tyranny, war, mind-games… coup, putsch, junta, regime change… taste the metal on your tongue as each freedom is slowly chipped away… bite the bullet, baby… bite the bullet…

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blood-letting and the virgin bride no.2

new jerusalem, centuries of the self, cartesian geometry… a figurehead in flames, as the markets expand and contract… birth canals of squalid reasoning… glass and steel monoliths rising from the desert in the dawn mist…

blood-letting and the virgin bride… deflowering the idyll… grand visions of staged reality built on a beautiful lie… idol worship on the shop floor… agony in the welding pit… cerebral cortex psychotropic trips…

technicolor fears and lucid doubts, claustrophobia in the ballot box… greasy fingers plying their trade over mahogany tables… islamic jurisprudential rites, framed in caustic idolatry… the screen steadily flickering…

life as background entertainment shows; distortion, dissonance, signals filtered through unknown sources… tea dances, ballroom masquerades, mass population indexes, virtual trigonometry… meaninglessness… copy, paste, delete…

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trump after inauguration no.2

giddy terror in waves as the chubby fingers of the amber nonce begin to rummage around for his sickly administration… idiocy through the valves, hatred, racism and misogyny in brutal measures… gleeful satisfaction in the face of unprecedented upheaval… streets on fire, rage, disillusion and brazen hostility…

a cadre of loyalists writhing in mutual masturbation… slaked in petrochemicals, dosed with pharmaceutical highs and lows… draining the swamp… shock-waves of total disbelief still reverberating around the geopolitical sphere… barbed-wire fence-posts and market fluctuations…

with the voice of a lecherous slob he begins to reveal his list of degenerates: he who is guilty of white supremacist views, he who is guilty of ethics violations, he who is guilty of racial profiling, he who is tainted by scandal… the list goes on as the lights all slowly flicker out to nightmares of an unrelenting triple-darkness…

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military industrial remembrance fields no.1

…white-noise on the monitor, defective rounds in the chambers, terror in the eyes… broken hearts in perpetual agony… remembrance services honour working class war dead… sent to their early graves by etonian-oxbridge officers pursuing careers through the military… a busy weekend fire-bombing women and children… terrified foreigners boiled to death in their basements… poppy-fields hosed in bloodlust… walking out into mud-fields slaked in blood… morbid generals war-plans collapse amidst the fog and insurmountable carnage of the slaughter… horses drown in no man’s land… trench feet rot… aerial bombardment saturates innocents in fire and shrapnel… grim podium intonements of excess and filth; courting the pension-fund slave-masters… white devils in tailored suits spouting unfathomable rhetoric as the bombs fall and tracer rounds tear human flesh to ribbons… carpet bombing villages of strangers, smelting metals for medals, speaking slowly into the microphone, ash blowing on a dead breeze in remembrance…

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trump after inauguration no.1

with greasy senate fingers stuffed into our mouths, the bloated child-rapist takes to the throne… orange lizard-skin, dead eyes, a black-hearted psychotic stare over the teleprompter… one hundred thousand families in tears… rifles forced into the hands of our sons, lecherous hands cradling our daughters… poisonous waters flow over barren lands… blast-walls, checkpoints and barbed wire to the horizon…

internment camp swan-songs, oil-drum fires; strange fruit hanging from powerless street-lights… ‘if she wasn’t my daughter, i would probably aggressively rape her in the back of a chauffeur-driven presidential; no pun intended…’ columns of black smoke rising from mass-graves; burial grounds for the sick and the poor… malnutrition and abandonment for the worthless…

thousand dollar tailored slacks caked in demon-seed at the fly…. right-wing world leaders manipulating themselves to issue at the very prospect… stirring lies, misery and misinformation into a sinister brew to choke the pained throats of the poor unfortunates… grab her by the pussy and murder her sons where they try to rest… white devil apparition beaming itself from a full-hd flat-screen…

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