the next babble

i have the duty, to show, SHOW the bab­blers, YOU, what caus­es you in­flict in BABBLE
WHAT you in­flict on re­treat­ing away from ME

i will SHOW you the DEAD OCEANS, THE TREES BE­ING CUT
YOU ARE SLUNG FROM YOUR SUB­URBS, AND YOUR COSY HOMES, AND YOUR EX­CUR­SIONS IN WAL­LO­NIA, AND FROM YOUR BLIS­TER­ING THAT I AM IN­SANE, OR THAT I AM A GE­NIUS AND YOU WILL AL­WAYS SUP­PORT ME, OR WHAT­EV­ER YOU CAN COME UP WITH

TO THE RE­AL­I­TY OF
THAT YOU INFLICT
IT IS THE DEATH OF ALL
OCEANS, FORESTS, SKY, CHIL­DREN, COM­PAS­SION, EVERYTHING??????
I DON’T HAVE TO SHOW IT, YOU CAN AC­CESS IT
FIVE PERCENT
AND COUNTING

IF I AM CHURCHILL THEN YOU ARE HITLER, AND YOU ARE GO­ING TO COURT
FOR NOT CAR­ING ENOUGH?
NOW WHAT SHALL THE NEXT BAB­BLE BE?

you can’t eat mis­ery, don’t try it. i have the sole right to eat misery.
LAN­GUOREM MIS­ERY, SADNESS
TRISTITIA
SICKNESS
I EAT SICKNESS
or sick­ness sadness

i’m pret­ty much the doc­tor and the gy­ne­col­o­gist if you will OF THE BLOODY EARTH
I’VE CHECKED IT? HAVE YOU?
 
 

—tris­ti­tia languorem

Flom­mist Tris­ti­tia Lan­guorem eats tragedy. They have many names but it doesn’t change much the whole premise of the ideals. Antwerp, Bel­gium is where home is. It’s time for a fresh start. Copy­right © 2019 Tris­ti­tia Languorem.

MOR D’ARTÍCULOS  MOR FLOMM !

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