Natures Machine: An Ode To Anthony Burgess (For Andria)

Oh my brothers. Nightmarish future or fantasy England? World domination by hoodlum teenagers. Limp and listless socialism. All-night orgies of random ultra-violence and destruction. Real horrorshow. The old in-out in-out. The doped milk of surrealism. Yet, an aesthetic passion for symphonic music. The sounds of Mozart and Beethoven. The daydreams of boots grinding the faces of men, raping ripped screaming girls, and in the end, the orgasmic climax of the music. Mechanical, yet organic. Free to will, will to sin, yet capable of salvation.

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