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>>22877788
I stay transparent, bro.

Terminally Retarded Atheistic Derangement Syndrome

1. In a Shallow Place
If you want to understand what the world is today, the state we're under--just imagine the gloved hands (and all the callouses hidden underneath) of a hundred aging surgeons gathered around you below a cluster of ultra-bright fluorescent lights while they blindly and stupidly scalpel at the canvas of your body as your flesh whitens away with the red blood streaming over their latexed fingers and you breathe slowly and soundly under the sway of the intoxicant filtering across the porous membrane.
If you want to know it, imagine that they are reaching down deeper than you knew you had the depth for, beneath guts and blood and rubbery pools of yellow schmaltz, beneath cavernous abdomen and thorax, to abstract you. To abstract your human soul. Like a window pane shattering and scattering sun rays over the maroon walls in the dim. Grabbing at you, sucking at the hollows with sunken cheeks, making an autistic index of your self, building the new forms up to something you will never see with your own eyes, because by then someone else will be looking out of them. A manmade invader. Alien of all times. Self-made intruder born of the backends. The stolen photographer, taking xenotypes of Man in all of Its formations in stone.