Iron Lung
Album • 2013
It’s when pain is your guide that life has become easiest to navigate but so much more difficult to endure. Let the white gloves quell you
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
“From high up above it all, we spit on life. Busy doing man’s work, born in to the filth, we will watch them crawl like insects.”
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
You can’t touch him. He’s infected. The disease will spread. It’s just best if you forget he lives. Scrub/Mask/Gown/Gloves: We protect the able. Bear witness to pain. Scrub/Mask/Gown/Gloves: We protect the people. Bear witness to Death
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
Russian made. Manned by dog, dogged by man
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
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Science against the people. Atmospheric testing. Barrier Project. Pentagon Papers. Criminals of war singled out and profiled. Planned actions. Absurdity in massive scope. The killing of millions singled out and destroyed. Bombing. Burning. Maiming. Killing. Accepted being hated is part of life
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
White glove test finds more filth
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
While still at home families and patients had some room to negotiate a diagnosis. But once the patient entered the hospital, any chance to negotiate care, treatment or even access was significantly reduced from breathing room to suffocation. Strangled by bureaucracy with strong red tape. They will give you nothing. No chance. There is no hope for them
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
The locus of power and decision-making shifted away from you to them, from the family and the patient towards the doctor and the hospital. You’ve lost everything
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
Taken to the dark bowels of isolation. Diagnosed. Condemned. Awesome terror permeates the ward. Nurses tremble with thoughts of care. The heavy steel door slams shut. Sealed off, forever, from the life that they had once known. Separated from the rest of the world. Destined to be alone until it’s done with them. There is no hope for them
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
White gloves/black men. Heads of state say these won’t meet. “Keep them separate. Keep them out. Keep things clean. Let them bleed.” At a time when separation was contested law, help sought met gates shut. Charles Drew died, bled out on the steps of a white’s only hospital. Separate the blood from plasma. Separate
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
Once critical steps have been taken in securing the fragile parts of your delicate frame the real question becomes: How much can you take? Where’s the threshold? Stress testing begets information. Power obtained from the pleasures of pain. Pain begets information. Knowledge begets power. Power begets success. Success begets the life in your grasp
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
Scientists and the Manhattan Project. Glad hands pushing Trinity’s button. “Now, I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.” Man has rediscovered the almighty
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
Years of mental abuses that were self-imposed. A life reduced to simple tasks. Breathe. Grow. I am a seed in a bed of shit. Feeble body//strength of mind. Thoughts will wander. I’m still here inside my fate. So many numbers to divide by 3. So many landscapes and beautiful things. Their ugly faces still remind me that life is shit
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
Ce-pick lobotomy. Split grey from white. Sever all executive functions. Leucotome is set in place. Stabbed through the eye sockets. Freeman slides on gloves to cure the insane. Human expression has been removed. Thought free. He’s made a nation of dismantled wills. Job well done
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
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The body is filthy. The body is weak. White gloves remove the cancer. They find rot and corruption. White gloves indicate disease. The body fights itself and loses. They wipe the dust from the corpse. K.J.I. Short, fast, violent actions. They find rot and corruption. They indicate disease. White gloves testing our resolve
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
Tremor-free hours come with a hidden cost. Stimulated brain device implanted deep within. They will track your indiscretions and keep track of your misdeeds
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
At the end of your life, your useless, worthless life, you will regret your time. You’ll suffer. You will have nothing to show. Nothing but pain. You will have pain. You will regret the time you spent living. Dying with nothing but pain
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
Christofilos designed “directed energy”. A weaponized curiosity zeroed in. Big ideas with small success. A crackpot’s animosity directed and focused. “Theoretical physics ending the cold war is just like saying a lab coat cured the sunburn.” The eyes are always watching. Industry endings? The eyes are always watching. It is never over
Submitted by The Void — Feb 23, 2026
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