a surge of grievances

dead time and old rhymes

i am the one majority left to the limp=dick minority, called into class war like so many patriots, left leaning, but consuming ex=patriots. sawed=off called my god=off angry, at something tangible, now i i have procured a sustainable way to explain the world's unattainable something. now we imagine a future, so marred by our indiscrestions. different directions left by the way=side. like the blood left under the rug, we were born into it.

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