a mocking picture
the indictor is the camera not when you are on stage but when you are outside milling in the streets after the war it finds you in a long line of people passing buckets of rubble standing inside the ruins of some building up on top you bravely pull a face at the camera as you take your turn to pass the trash and after swinging it along you place your thumb against your nose fanning your fingers in a little mocking comedic gesture at us i remember myself being in the camera of our home videos once the eye of the inquisition of what is happening at the moment to us so what do you do in the face of senates and councils that organize a chancellor for zealous movements by means of martial discipline? the imperial imperative is palatial for the the elect members where the jury is the judge, king, judicator and high septum a little bit of Mammon as the collaborator boards a contingent the subjugator writes out the fine print of the indictment and you are left with a contract divulged by the sect insipid the devout oversees the grove of solidarity but for the lone commotion that shows the common notion of us all always being the same honorable protectors bereft of the conglomerate that we sell to the calendar
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CuldeSac
What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?
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