since the scruggler
reposted
-in much sleekened form-

my comment at max's place

it makes me realize
what a well spring
of thwarted ambition i really am....

you all out there
being as you mostly are ideological agnostics

prolly you can
roll with the puches on this

the question
for u at the midnight hour

prolly isn't

"never a general
always a private "

nope
that particular
devil's
bar be cue fork
prolly's not stuck
in your belly

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back story brief:

the brimstone of ambition
is a crucible
to be purged
puked up
exorcised
by all and any means possible

not luther wise
of course
not to self save
not
a borg self melt
to avoid the sinful damning
vanity
of self inflation

its diff
with uz
neo munzerian reds

we zombies
of the prolery

we marxist-leninists
with maoism sprinkled on top

nope

we're just
supposed to be

"so over the ego thing"

our born again
into the party oversoul experience and all....

"we all moige wid dah paaaarty comrade
so ....moige mother fucker fucker moige..."

"poige and moige "

a hardened party cadre
is neither egoed or altered
but rather cell block hartd wired

hard partyed
no-me'z

ego by altruism
thru cell block dialectically speaking
sublated

but i was born again as a cadre
so long ago now

and the partylet
never ever
really
got over
the deng flings
of the 79
reform...
and thru
the reagan irradiation of prog hope for a
rainbow connection
amerikan workers uprising

born again in 74

behind the little
big desk by 81

ahh
" livin in america " dunt dunt dunt dee dunt

but still
it keens in me....

"where is my large auto success ??"

the haunting remains
i got it still
burning inside ...and in spades