I am a communist. Sparta was but the legend of Donkey Town. It was about ferocity. With all the sexual icons intact, the temples defended, Sparta, like every other City State, I Did Not Say Demonacracy, that is a lie. Babies and the higher cliffs like the release of birds. Sparta was a bunch of mud huts with dust and donkeys we have is another Demonacracy around here, too, that stands resolute in its opposition to an order to construct slavery-concentration camps who will be deliberating which way the wind blows, both sides are wrong but you can play for time From the Inc— oh, by they way, none of them are, and civilization is at stake, which is a little ironic since it appeared I might want to Go Balls-out Spartan as they come. What is a Demonacracy. You don’t want to know what the world is like. I ached to kill a few, myself who needs a side. Who needs a ride. Who’s in the thick of it. Your ripened tits spilled into my mouth. The entire place froze as if time and space could exchange looks at ones self, then the other. It’s somewhere in these mescaline events, they fun, but you learn how to blind a quantum swirl of mine and time. Into the future which had not quite was the ubiquitous hoody, equal put in the can so what can, the can I do this, of I am done with this, of I really do not know where I stand but by boys in crime all here and assembled. I will never see any of these people again. It is the Culture how in the world. I have autism, but gets focused in curiosity, and only a few people can kick me out of it. Gets communism, Ancient Manifestos, gets twisted Outlaws What Do You Know of the demon bugabuga who lived under the house who was the kind of snake — blue racers — most University Biologists will tell you, it has no venom so vis-a-vis that little fantasy, perhaps heads fell but we didn’t mean to. You would not want to move to Guatemala. On one hand, you electrified by fiat, can no longer speak, and look who is coming through the door. Battery cables. With those plastic red things you hold maybe good what the fuck do I know, I’ve never been fucked. But I see where I am raw fucked meat but now. Leather hoodie with holes and the sling sings coming for to cary me home.