swans in attack mode


everyone is hell bent on finding a two-bedroom heaven with satellite tv, spacious backyard and walk-in closet the american dream, they say is everything that matters to them; live it well because it is the last you’ll see of tranquillity. divinity is a clique full of intangibles and in fact it is the last standing truth left to be corrupted by mankind. we designed life to be brutal confusing and pointless no seatbelts, no anti-lock brakes, no airbags and the minivan rarely travels below breakneck speed, never taking into account the fact that your 2.3 children are always in the backseat screaming or asking stupid questions while you’re trying to drive the fucking rollercoaster. divinity is a clique with a pearly marble floor and velvet ropes in front, like the high-class profile you can never afford because you don’t own microsoft and your pension plan barely exceeds your yearly income. we even installed metal detectors in the lobby last week, try them out sometime if you happen to stop in, then place your belongings on the counter, send them through the x-ray machine and toss them into the incinerator. your physical will be administered immediately by a trained physician who will fondle your breasts, pelvic areas, and examine all orifices under the pretense that someone may catch the disease you’ve been spreading throughout your life. after handing you over to security he will then head to the restroom and go about his business while you remove all articles of clothing and empty the pockets, placing your hands against the wall. we designed life to fuck you in the ass in every which way you least expect it: we who gave you emotions on which you can never depend, we who gave you currency to separate the rich from the poor, we who gave you internet porn are the ones who poke, and prod, and beat you into submission until you finally give up and pretend that god is always working against you, or better yet, that he no longer exists in your world. this is how we filter out the noble from the corrupt. it is time for your cavity search. please bend over and wait for instructions.

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