People talk of level playing fields, like this could ever possibly be a fair situation. Manipulated terrain,and you imagine a handout? You resign yourself to the thought that if you were just given an oportunity, you could make things right. You're more foolish than I thought. In this twisted elevation,this perversion of space, this distorted geography, you envision the possibility of a chance. Fuck chance, every inch of your habitus, your radial familiar, your stomping grounds is a mecha, a tool for the M/F, this is why you are so easy to predict, this is why they put the good shit on the top shelf and you fall for it every time, these bitches are mapping your mind.
Warped Cartography
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