we are licking our chops.   that is, if....

we think of ourselves as one with our .gov.

we think of our boys as freedom fighters of yore

we think of religion as a cause for war

we think of empire...as

being easier.

i mean, terrorists persist from sanctuaries.

rats still iive in holes, (well, in nests actually behind holes)

[even rats suckle their young.]

i'm more concerned with armies of cockroaches.

dressed in olive drab and dessert fluff

somewhat scared, raging from their perfect bowling alleys

enough

to spray neighborhoods they never saw before

with un-depleted uranium bullets

and maybe white phosphorus if that don't work.

we're licking our chops

if we believe in 2016 our last enemy will be China.

(after Russia has been destroyed.)

if we

are fine then we are the

U.S.

we are death to most of the world.

we are the 5%

with 25% of the prisoners.

with 25% of the Gross World Product.

and ALL of the CIPRO.

see how we correlate?

we are the largest prison industrial complex in the history of percentages.

we breed fear, cultivate poverty, steal potential from the 95%

(who hate us for our freedom...to destroy their wedding parties 

from 30,000 feet.   anything 

that disappears is Obama now.

i Oblama-ed my sock, i Obewanned my car keys...like that.)

we are ruled by our very own rulers who also rule the world,

but not for our benefit.  

they are too busynested for that.

We be bankers' foils: sons of scions of slaves of serfs of indentured servants...

who subsist on their droppings, we are the tricked trickle downers.

Favored for our no longer needed consent of the willing.

We are the final collaterals.

The last of non-commodity labor twisting 'round da pool, waiting to be culled 

and sent permanently AWAY.

We temporarily feast upon the damaged DNA of those who were 

who got bent before us,

splattered 

before our eyes.  melted down.  dusted.   motes of RNA on the winds

of time, our only ally.

Our march is pyrrhic, pointless and paregoric...

we are puking up blood that is not our own.

When th4the empire is complete, and goes 4th,

what will be left to conquer except the forth of us?

after all wealth comes all power.

after all power comes All Life.

after all Life come snuff films.

and chocolate ice cream made from the lipids of the 

undead past

and pool halls using the frozen eyeballs of the poor.

after Life comes gods with no purpose.

after Life comes the conquest of death

and extinction...

and the end of dance

the best we can hope for.

the last think we have coming,

since 90% of our media is owned by 6 corporations 

with interlocking directorships, 

will be when the plant plankton go under with a vast acidic no comment, 

right after trees grass swamp seaweed:

elites will burn coal to make electricity 

to separate water into oxygen:

fuck hydrogen

fuck water!

they'll need 

air.

...the coal might not burn...

breathing will become a 

privilege,

like driving

like taxes

like interest

on loans they made to you 

without you 

knowing.

or telling you how you will 

pay.

they'll be stepping uber das 

coughing bodies, who will be

begging them

for a toke...of...

O2.

[Unless they~kill~all~of~us...  ..  ..  .. 

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for their Eden.