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Cryptic as always, I slither through vines of poisoned thoughts and random body parts. Seeking as always the light of sanity in the bog of mired mental anguish. Trashing my way through the urban hobo jungle we call L.A, seeking, searching for a purpose like so many other starving artists that long for the straightforward slavery of communism. Crawling my way through the mud of the capitalist hell that is our "Reformed" America, a raped and empty shell of the paradise the native's once called home before the white man came and took life, land and liberty from them, the rightful heirs of the land. Shaking my head at the disillusioned fools we so blindly allow to lead us to our ever nearing doom, those empty heads and honey soaked words dripping from the slavering jowls of ******** head politicians who delight in the misery of others. Sighing heavily as the last crumbling vestige of our land of the free slaves breaks loose to reveal the pestilent rot that has been building up since the day of its birth. Cursing loudly at the pigs hoarding the trough of wealth as the other animals starve and die, wails of pain and lamentation caught forever in their shrunken throats. Laughing at the words One Nation Under God, knowing full well that we are not under Almighty God, but under the Almighty Dollar. That green devil which corrupts the hearts of men and makes even the wisest men fools. Musing on the septic state of the flaming torch fire that is suddenly snuffed out, that dead stagnant union of states. Hating that which I love most for what it has become. Mourning the not yet dead but soon to be America the once beautiful.