Fischism

1. See, you blend in better this way. This way they cannot detect you. Your plugs won't leak, your skin is their color, and safely nestled you will be, sheltered by their nineteen fifty three.


2. Mixing well meant certain addresses and trusts would have to change. Combine engines and the usual dramas snaked through in concealing stickers and bumperdumbs: these were to be avoided. Plugging in also had its faultlines. Observe the following:



3. Shaken and unperturbed, the rituals would continue; the huckster hex placed neatly on its appropriate shelf and led to slaughter. One day, you'd remind yourself: one day, you'll shake your fist and see the morning clear, justice having been served, and servile lice rendered unimportant, impotent, and well, submissive under ten layers of loam and peat. In the interim, the following would have to do.



4. A prayer then? Fields having their sown. An uncommon cause would tire out and fall over, circles having unables to stand erect and vertebrae following suit in similar conclusives. The hamburger kings would replace their cheers with curdling affairs of mock suture and retirement pleas; heads of state would line hips end to end along walls and allow heads of lettuce to be lobbed. A safety salvo! Oh yes! And eyes? (Eyes used for tooth support)