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to �bitchass yuppie, who implies himself for indie artist and modern philosopher, a Nietzschean.

� A.D.
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squessing my fists i say � �
ferocious words � �
to my dammned digital friend-foe � �
river blow the random wind � �
towards my breast and my face � �
after you tear me apart from all � �
what were dear to my heart � �
no peace is possible between us. � �
never blamefull enough � �
you are the little fat yuppie � �
your destination is self-adulation � �
you talk about Albert Camus and Jill Deleuze � �
while you try to manipulate my will �
by sending eidolon-shit on my screen
Medial Hoax, which you create special for me. �
you are fucking ruler , �supreme Priest� of cyberworld,
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The things are simple as can be: � �
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the fallocentric realm is your bread, wine and bed � �
you didnt read �what i said �
cos I never was strong �in an art of fistfight
cos i cant find all the cynicism to poison you with.
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You better would tame your selfadulation �
yet better go for the castration �
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the fallocentric realm is your ground and sky � �
yet you imply you were fucking rebel? � �
you would might rather � �
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lick my boots!!

drawing by pickassovsky