Here is the story of how sick individuals and a corrupt system stole my child from me and sanctioned "adult activities" by way of allowing this relationship to persist between a child and an adult.
Some of the players in this story are:
Abby Marie Schnoes- perp
Connie Schnoes- Perps Mom and PhD in psych at Boystown
Bridge for Youth Minneapolis
Grant Snyderman, sex crimes division at Minneapolis Police Department.
All details here-in are true and presented as such.
Hello, I am Machination and this is the first time I've put video to my music. I was at a museum today where the film above was in a tiny LCD screen and totally silent. These are late Victorian era mechanical banks in action and while somewhat artistic, not created for the express purpose of art and that's where I come along. I hope you enjoy it.
#doomer
#doomtangclan
#doomersong
The social contract is broken. Where once, we could be almost certain that effort is rewarded - after leaving the cave and the anguish of growth in the ability to provide for whole societies- squandered this brief bloom. A contract you nor I had any say in creating, are expected to abide by in decorum, to behave peacefully, to wait your turn, to be magnanimous to our fellows.
Tell me then, are you allowed to compete in the way that is suited best for you? Not I. Notty camp it is. Ties and binds. Yet, there are no ties at all that keep us here. Just the winding eyes, and teeth that clack and whistle.
Some things are hard to choke down. Like when you told me to wait to come over, you needed to shower and I was already there, parked down the street. I said "OK" and watched you get in the truck and drive somewhere. At least my wife doesnt have a boyfriend. That was a special kind of humiliation I never agreed to.
Dark, dark, dark, isnt. As disappointing as a mistaken drink. Ok poets, we get it: this thing is like that thing and like the other thing. So creative. I fucking hate poetry. I should write more of it.