Where a Daily Diet of Dystopia Will Lead

We are caged by day-to-day chaos. A human zoo where we’re fed a daily diet of dystopia and hate chants of Just Say No to Hugs. Aging miracles turn tricks on the boulevard of optimism, hoping to reclaim their mojo, as we offer mouth-to-mouth to saints and martyrs who’ve traded their sufferings for an overdose of pain pills. Every day, we wait to be excommunicated from this church of hurt, where the gun is God, and lies scribe the King Shame version of the Bible.

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