What Is To Be Done

Automatic writing from the great beyond. Poem fragments, mental illness, whatever. Come for the inscrutability, stay for the brevity

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We had been selling catastrophes. Mandatory sales and extraction. Pure profit, the greatest thing. We’d roll up on these primitive fucks and just zap ’em. I had, for a time, labored under the impression that there was something to it, beyond the cruelty. A grand design that required the occasional cruelty in order to secure an acceptable order. This is of course untrue and the beginning of the lie. Anyone who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities.

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