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The Unfathomable Destiny

RINA’S UNFATHOMABLE DESTINY

School. The coldest consummation of foul governance, darkened darwinian survival and learnless caste classes. Where fleshly fallacies take the board, grade the test, hold the chalk and provide the textbooks too, defecating innovated shitlings into a world of woe to thus spread the mark of entropic philosophy and statistical cognition to mathematize the universe, to make it thus the best of all possible hells.

School. The blackly brown Plague that imitates false leadership and lawless authority, a self-sex-having abomination that poops out children of dismal origin and names itself the narcissistic mother of this mournful civilization.

School! By god! Even a supreme, all-seeing entity such as I-- am forced to hurled out the few planets I ate for breakfast today… for this self-sexing entity makes destiny-destruction an innovations by strapping long, ungodly things upon their waist to ferment rough love by night and, by day, serve the blackest of academia into the rear-ends of innocent, youthful victims of scholasticism, having the victims thus, with uncompromising and vigorous vengeance, attach upon themselves some long things on the pelvis and look for other butts to plug in bloodlust, as typified in these young hierarchies and echelons of young society. Should these kids know that they are being prepared to be divided whence they finally walk those miserable marble floors of adulthood?

Should they ever wonder why misery grows in accelerated proportion to their days on this earthy plane?

Anyway, what the fuck am I talking about? But know this, if know you not about misery, know this the power i command to Liberty: O Liberty! Here is one thing, one thing my infinity-being must reason to amend, let the almighty protect and attend to all the innocent whims of this feeble and flickering flame of whiteness to the end.

"hey, can you hear that?" Asked Rina.

"Hear what?" Asked Leodie to Rina.

"I just received a blessing."

"better then being cursed."

Worst yet, in regards to the foul brown geometry of all the schools of this nation, one must rue the day of discovery when, after baring the scorned loads of agony upon his or her back for all their child-and-teenage years, after the rouge make-up of anguish and the fashion statements of war, the deceitful congenialities of false friendships; the clicks, gangs, and groups of adolescent loneliness, the young and hopeless goals of the future, the apathy of teachers, the retardedness of parents, the farting fatalities of AP classes and the anime and japanese club of refuge somewhere in between,

the unfortunate kids shall find their small journeys suddenly hindered with that ultimate, steaming turd that calls itself "contemplation," and standing in the center of its potent whiff, that rich and sizzling object of the brain should persecute its own creator to ask: "What was it all for? And where am I going?"

Only to realize that such turdulence were not the concoction of their Mind's anus, but rather from the laughing buttocks of sightless empirical gods and destinies, who's dripping anal cavities perpetually giggle at the great FAIL of young aspirations and idealistic goals forever walking under their whim.

And even worst yet, by the time they realize the truth... they are already sucked in the turdulence of the system.

Such was the conclusion that Rina deciphered in that dream within a dream, minus the profound dissertation. The impudent sex, the antecedent drugs and the subsequent rock-n-roll were the motions of satan's motor that thus drove not only her peers, but her parents to thus fart out children of lesser divinities that now make up a greatly monkeyfied society-- and though her heart is as humble as can be, Rina easily could admit that she was as pure as a virgin Mary's baby's butt!