the bbser chewed his own empty piece of cheese 
as he stroked his melon visceralyúúúhe saw the bleeding mo
nkey fly overheard on wings of blind jellyúúthe monkey ben
t down to face him and began to lick his eyeúúúúthe bbser was se
ntinto a violent icy shock as his tendons stood on end and turne
d to pasty gooúúúúthere was a toaster thereúúúa salad shooter of
 the godsúúúúa machine that wouldnot be ignored or destroy
edúúúúúúúas the sweaty dirt-filled pile of boy realizedthe gods 
were angry he looked towards the sky and screamed in the agony o
f wetdefeatúúúthe cheese was gone, and soon, the scentless
 monkey would be tooúúúúúúúbut the boy would yet get his frothy,
 saucy revenge on the corporations of deathtoysúúúhe ate through
 the corporate rock bullshit with a sour frown smashed intohis f
aceúúúúthe taste was unpleasant, but so was the broken message h
e was burntto convey to the worldúúúúúúúúúú"rage against the mac
hine", he thought as he bitanother mouthful of the damned red ta
pe that binds us all to the deadly, flamingchair that makes us a
ll follow the rules and obey all the speed limitsúúúúa tearforme
d in the corner of the monkey's eyeúúúúúúúas he began to melt in
to the coldground, he waved goodbye to the boyúúúúúúúwho would o
ne day conquer the fascist powers that killed himúúúthe b
oy was renewed with a strong rush of adrenaline  that see
med to pulse through his turgid veins and howl into the windúúúú
úúúr a g e  a g a i n s tt 
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