Like an abscess this civilisation has eaten itself into our world, obtained and gulped its offal (the heart, the brain, the soul) and spat out death and misery. All that is left are hungry creatures staring at the food vanishing into greedy overfed throats for a bowl of rice. We have had enough and we are lazy in our perfection world which attracts poverty like a final greedy cunt. The only will we fight for is the will for more. But how long, labour's whore, you think you can maintain this fool's paradise? Already your nightmares are more fed up and realistic than your brain and it thrives on your fears which get more real every day. Less and less are all the things that satisfy you. Lower and lower get the borders and bigger and bigger get the hunger before them. We have fattened ourselves on misery, now the time has come when misery fattens on us, like a locust swarm which reaps the last field of the harvest, to be stopped by nothing