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It all sounds the same. White noise. Static. The monotonous chatter that blankets us. The tv, the radio, the monitor, the stereo, the children, the phone, the highway, the unnatural ambience that we staple to our paper doll forms and decree as indication of our own social “success.” Fuck that. It’s just eating; a constant and careless consumption of a finite pile of resources to satiate an unnatural media desire. Bills for shit that we don’t care about… Food that will go to waste… Friends that barely know us… Children that grow up to hate us… (anditiskillingyou) “Plastic perfection distorts her stretched exterior, while polluted pieces of shit inside her belly rot away. She flushes them out of her distended, leaky anus and she smiles and struts and smiles until her black hole colon sucks her through herself...” Cancer: "........”
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