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as i sit here contemplating man's ironic fate and the materialistic pop culture that's willfully ignorant of it's role in the apocalypse, chanting their mantra of "let them eat cake". the malnourished thirdworld which reproduces suicidally bringing about critical mass. i have consolation in the thought that capitalism will eat it'self. already the vast serpent is swallowing it's tail, leaving behind the barbarians at the gates. anarchy?