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This is the only life I've ever lived: 24-hour existential exploitation. Poisonous presences in this passionless populace sneak diss in the dark, hissing like the snakes that they are. "Solidarity" is a loaded word spoken by master manipulators who would rather be seen than heard. With or without help, these social hierarchies sustain. I smell the intent on yr breath. I know what you think you can gain. Slip into the side of my eye as I soldier through a sea of shit attitudes. Two-faced Philadelphia: where everyone always has something better to do. May as well be my adversary, talking loud and saying fucking nothing. Recite the rhetoric of manufactured dissent while yr constructive contributions are conveniently absent. Comfort is a fallacy afforded by complacency, a standard condescendingly perceived as trickling down to the poor, suffering masses. There's little good to be done by only speaking out in one's own realm of influence, and that's a reminder to myself for every day through which I am forced to live. I'm talking about you/I'm speaking to you/I'm talking at you/I'm speaking through you/I'm speaking for you. Facing down a rival, squeezing the life from an enemy, or better yet, taking back what's rightfully mine from those who only profit off of me seems the best course for liberation, but how many must be slain, maimed, or otherwise moved from my way, before I too find power disfiguring?