Correct sentences and incorrect ones. The correct ones become the incorrect ones. Good is bad. You caught a dark sun and put it in your hat. You keep a monster. Dark arms fall unto your face. They beat us. We die.
Our tears are useless. Even the salt from our tears, you don’t want it. Your blood of self-righteous anger against our blood of despair. Children under your feet.
Dirt in that thing you call your heart. Spiders of evil words thrown at us to cheat the world. Flags to strangle us. We’ve never seen a snow flake. We can’t go anywhere. Little brown birds have more freedom than us. Water running away from your holy body holes has more freedom than us.
Do not search here for a sentence that means a thing to you. You do not understand. You are beyond the ordinary understanding of space and time. You look at me just as a possible gift of smoke for your ancient Blue Sky god. Your father is still hungry?
I spit up in the air.
We should be asleep. Our mind is gone after our sleep. We fall apart, the broken robot beings of your weak imagination. My thoughts mean nothing to you. My cries do not reach your ears. You say four hundred, after I’ve said one—twenty over the years.
Your tongue has grown heavy with lies. Now your shoulders hate you. Your feet will soon refuse to obey you. Blue Sky god is thinking: “What’s the problem with these folks?”
What is wrong? It does not matter. Just sell me the means and I will show you how right I am. Before the year ends (in a few hours from now) everybody close their eyes. There will be no surprise, no cry of you, no nothing, just people.
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