"Years of 45 and we're floating in small spaces around doom, uncertain how to annihilate so much deliberate evil. How could love win against this.
The immeasurably thick wall between my past confidence in a radical nature and the current stupefaction at its rot."
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"I took a nap like that, rinsed my mind clear, set the amber lights anew, and I made a religion out of it, one I wasn't sure I could practice. "
— Mar 25, 2023 06:15AM
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