Turn around and flush your eyes cat for the enchantress that

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Turn around and flush your eyes cat for the enchantress that has possessed your member erect is not human at all - her body a mere vessel, parasitic embrace, a mindworm has taken control of - all the love in the back of the brainbus (and they called it your unconscious), imprisoned, eyes like barred window of a jail cell - from the TV it came: parental carelessness culminates in contracting the electric babysitter, as fantasy and reality merge into a world of symbols - princesses in high heels, psychedelic vision of hair and nails in all spectra.. uncritical child's mind and the scorn of the ever-foreborn generation, metaphorical hammers of everlasting conveyor belt culture that forge and smelt the young soul a cage - see the tokens of her captivity: wrists, ankles and neck chained, deformed feet running on stilts hinder escape per pedes, face marked and plastered (read: one of the lesser creatures, unworthy of showing face; never to see her own reflection in public windowpane), lobes pierced as tag of bovine captivity - if you do not want to be a woman you cannot be a woman, if you do not want to be an animal you cannot be a human BUT you cannot be a Top 40 fairytale creature either and so you become a soulless husk, neither human nor woman nor animal, a zombie, sinister caterpillar steering wheel behind forehead - emancipation is not freedom to enslave oneself, overweight children with dyed hair and nose piercings are not feminists but are themselves the patriarchy! Emancipation is killing the caterpillar, laying princesses in glass shoes to final rest, burning the varnish off face, nails and hair, becoming a true undifferentiated human - a true woman, a natural woman - free to be all that human is. See enlightened few, faces and hair of smeared mud, pelts and skin, tools of stone and wood: differentiation only per genitalia, bound in one unstoppable movement, no pants nor skirts, no briefcase nor rolling pin, nakedly pile on top one another as collective body 卐