Rotten flames beg at my feet. Squeal like a piglet. Grin like a maniac. All burnt up like a coward. The rotten corpse of political discourse bores me to tears. I tear them all out of my head and snap them in half like twigs. They can’t escape the frailty of their reality.

 

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  • JoinedJune 2013
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