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this ancient sadness; wading in ponds adrift

i am the alchemical decoction of an interminable hydra headed debate. a chorus of discordant and opposing parties channeled through a single medium. advesaries vehemently insisting and promulgating their positions in scattered unorganized, unidentified sequence. unified through the isolated voice of a lone entranced narrator. the hollowed out bard's corpse parasitically reanimated. his idle hands pluck away at any and every instrument the invaders command, and then suddenly vanish. leaving our raconteur mired in a festering silence to sift through the sewage of his dehumanization. combing through the filth like a prospector for evidence of purpose. passerby's unaware of his recent possession stop to laugh and ridicule his manic barrage of contradictory allegories, pseudointellectual deductions, weeping self-reflection/flagellation and tasteless lobbying.

i am a rejection of critique and analysis. accepting only absolute destruction or absolute secession from the propaganda of reason. demanding that all opinion is hyperbole. looking upon the forced marriage of existence and meaning/science and fact/morality and righteousness. looking upon them all as dogmatic totalitarian structures.

whatever atrocity and horror had been inflicted on him. his torture and evisceration. the gurgling last seconds of solitude and hopelessness on his descent into obsolescence. the frantic mistake, or the calculated revenge that brought about his circumstance. it was all consequential. he was clean now. disinfected and clean.

TALK ABOUT EGGS! I JUST LAID A BROWN ONE IN MY DIAPER! GOTCHA! I DONT WEAR DIAPERS YA DING-DONGS! I POOED IN BOXERS! WHY I OUGHTTA!