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empty deity rockwilding the rottweiler
the Rothschild? letβs not start it
dark virtue signal, evil twin mirror
info-bounded courtesy sigil
blue light in the dead of night
Iβm sick widdit
Iβm persisting it
insisting he use real elastics on the courtesy fist
not clothbound, hair-breaking
not rock-n-roll, real moral shaking
like Iβm so fucking hardcore baby
thatβs all there is to it
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representative of men
in aporetic infancy, exists for me
belongs to winter sun streams
and primal call of differencing
scared shitless
telepathic in the fact that
scared shitless, yeh
um, uh, I guess, cult of kek
and very very sleepy, um, I rest
smoked out labour parades, even these days
little boy: whip your flag
your arm prolonged and windy
I donβt know really
whatβs going on
or all these big men seem to be saying
but the burn of class war prophecies
static candy in my cavities
Maya Chambers [bio here]