Repetition of
history in other’s lives,
unchanging, concrete
Lines blurred by will,
intentional mistakes
foisted with lies
Unconsciousness
is always “no,”–moronic,
pushy piece of shit
Consent isn’t a physiological response to outside stimuli, nor is it granted ex post facto with practiced manipulation of those who are most vulnerable; it’s found within the minds which so many of us disregard or distort, perpetuating solipsism like justification. Oh, made a mistake, did you? Well, then everything is forgiven, just like when murders are mistakes. Oh wait, that shit doesn’t fly for murderers, and it won’t fly for you.
See Andrew Whiting. Read Andrew writing. 