Step into the Hate Machine and scroll down
and see the venom – It’s the information apocalypse:
Keep scrolling ‘till you feel dread and inject a diatribe into
the living, breathing Hate Machine – the collective angst
that rolls, rolls, rolls like an unstoppable force –
our mouths foamed, teeth bared, claws sharpened,
ready for a feeding.
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