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the beginning and end of every sentence is indefinite this is the aim of every death keep the door wide shut let the groan steep and exit in the blue of night its all a blur mouth decorous bloom and bile above
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 7:17 PM UTC
inarticulate terror
the beginning and end of every sentence is indefinite this is the aim of every death keep the door wide shut let the groan steep and exit in the blue of night its all a blur mouth decorous bloom and bile above
in some countries more people have died from police violence than corona and in others corporations build oil pipelines in the absence of protesters this is the inarticulate terror of the now a conflux of neoliberal individualism and totalitarian paranoia that is the beginnings of a new fascism family and nation blood and soil
mitakiharashi
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New Zealander
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 7:17 PM UTC
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