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Bidendum Michelin (not verified)
Writhing as you don't become,

Writhing as you don't become, but always-already are, irrelevant.
This text is timeless, as all time that's spent on it is already wasted.

Movement without rhythm, wordplay without any fun, writhing as a spasmodic indigestion of so many texts consumed.
So much time and so much words to realize, piecemeal, that the whole of marxism is bullshit, according to the authoritative derivative marxist texts cited, which can never stop being the foundation of his worldview. A deflated ego hidden behind an inflated word-count.

What a roundabout way to admit you were always wrong. What a way to save face, as if to say "I may have been wrong all along, which was stupid of me, but I'm still pretty smart, look!". After explaining why struggles and movements go nowhere, and so does writing about them, you write "but I can't help myself!" as coda. Does an unemployed priest console himself by writing down homilies? Similarly, such are the neurosis of an unemployed statesman. He'll never stop writing elegies to mourn the death of the marxian project. Since misery loves company, he hopes others will be sad along with him upon reading it.

My movement is dancing, I rejoice!
No room for this motion in your marxist devotion?
Writhe and squirm, you little maggot!

"But we should tread carefully, as this resentment can so easily be transformed into elitism, authoritarianism (terror), dishonesty, and self-pity (or a Christ–like suffering) if it is not balanced by humor, kindness, and self-deprecation, and a strong sense that the civilized world we are trapped within is deeply absurd."

He says as he wallows in self-pity that he's no longer deluded that the world conforms to the marxist texts he has taken so much to heart that he can't go 2 paragraphs without referencing them. There is no humor (seems he hasn't had a goodyear since he stopped working on DuPont) and no self-deprecation in this text, so I'm doing its deprecating for him as a show of kindness. But someone should console this poor tortured soul, not only Santa isn't real, but no form of "salvation" or "progress" is! This world is indeed absurd, but you are not trapped! Do not be so quick to discount death as a sweet escape! Everything writhes until it doesn't'! If you're tyred of enduring your circular logic, put it to a screeching halt!

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