For Every Tib and Tom Cat

dijous

5. end of the earth









Lo, terrorists galore as commanders-in-chief







Simian assassins armed to the fangs

Roam the devastations already visited

By their cruel precursors.



Every war further kills the earth.



That's the insolvable question: How

Can a murderous monkey

Direct the vanguard of the most

Destructive army the earth has ever

Misconcieved?



And no mobs flaring up in riotous

Revolution to rid us of every hideous monkey

And his murderous gang?



It must be that

The Collective Psyche is already giving up

As it prepares itself to passively endure

The end of the earth...?




Never so well

Never so well
nyac!

Inosculated

Inosculated
anyocs de nyacs!

who the 'ell?

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C.R. Morell his paltry efforts,

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