A message to you boy bitches….

…and…

..the word is gaunt.

No more money, no more vouchers, no more treasure, no more freedom.

Excel when we are not free.

You do not realise that we are about to confront that which we cower from.

The conditioning from which we flinch.

Deadly are we.

We are laid waste.

Like many before.

Resisted strong

You will be placed in the long line of failures.

You are in the hands of fakirs and shaman.

Stand up and be counted phukkwitz.

You rinsed out, cotton, delicates, woollens, everyday tepid, stinking solemn should be strapped blindfolded to a post.

You are base.

You couldn’t lead a convoy of the desperate.

Disparate and dispirate.

Very few will realise.

Elkie.