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My computer turns on. The lights are off. The monitor shrieks an unholy shade of white. I am not purified by this light. On Monday, I was Dialgo, talking about the tenets of fighting racism. On Tuesday, I was Legion, mounting raids to burn the oppressed. On Wednesday, I was Cassie, inquiring about ****** tourism. On Thursday, I was Father Christian, protecting those I've blessed. On Friday, I was Sephora, urging those for liberation. On Saturday, I was Brian, comforting my best friend. On Sunday, I was Zkul, asking for a poem to come to creation. Tomorrow, I'll be someone that fits the current online trend. The monitor shuts off. The lights are on. I lay in bed. For now though, it's just me.
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC
I Shook Hands with the Devil and Smiled
My computer turns on. The lights are off. The monitor shrieks an unholy shade of white. I am not purified by this light. On Monday, I was Dialgo, talking about the tenets of fighting racism. On Tuesday, I was Legion, mounting raids to burn the oppressed. On Wednesday, I was Cassie, inquiring about ****** tourism. On Thursday, I was Father Christian, protecting those I've blessed. On Friday, I was Sephora, urging those for liberation. On Saturday, I was Brian, comforting my best friend. On Sunday, I was Zkul, asking for a poem to come to creation. Tomorrow, I'll be someone that fits the current online trend. The monitor shuts off. The lights are on. I lay in bed. For now though, it's just me.
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC
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