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"I saw the sun setting over empire and was illuminated, yet still, the resulting darkness almost swallowed me whole. Saving myself, I painted my face and embraced the apocalypse, soon discovering that this was not a controlled collapse...Love hates "free trade". The force-fed illusion of necessary constant competition is one of the company's standard issue defence mechanisms. If you think about it, the walls are paper thin. Cut and paste. Stir and taste. Put down the sickle and tend the grass roots. Your love is a given. Your anger is a gift. Open your hands and make a fist...

...Sweating the bitter soul juice and overcome by reason and familiarity, you’ll fall over trying to see past the activist right...So hyperational they cannot be bored. They’ll fix your head ‘till you’re stiff as a board. They’re selling you out because they don’t love whores and they’ll avert their eyes when you’re broken and sore. Have the proponents of "radical" human-rights politics become so co-dependent that we need a universal uniform box set of directions to read our own reflections? Time is almost no object; I have turned my backs on the event horizon, propelled by the realisation that our paper planes never made it off the ground..."

~ Audry Nachos Autonomy

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