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The Good News, Every Half Hour

by @demi-cybulski

the 102nd Iteration of Sonic Moses brings down the Sound from the mount. The Prescriptive is delivered in 2 second cuts to every Citizen of Nowhere. And in this bare proclamation every man sees his desire and his prejudice and it guides him and his screams and his traffic. I am told I do not feel pride in my home. sapphiral anubis is barking on TV again and it makes no difference how loud they warn against the bitch's blight: her pups bite themselves rabid to be like her. And everywhere the ill men are dying in style.
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