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Nasty. Things have started to get nasty, people have stopped pretending that they are not evil the fabric of fake nicety has been scorched down and we fight in the face of a wrinkled green gremlin whose name is many whose language is disgust whose heart is sealed shut whose pride is gleaming **** Disgusting. How did we get here? we huddled, tired, hungry & poor standing at her pale jade door being told we’re a liability pushed out of homes we own and families we’ve raised to the streets, making noise fighting though we’re so tired It’s how they want us— tired from years of fighting, too tired to keep on. But we’ll never stop. Though their name is many, ours is more. The teeming multitudes arise to take his place. We protest. We resist. Nasty. The gloves are off, and we persist.
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Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC
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Nasty. Things have started to get nasty, people have stopped pretending that they are not evil the fabric of fake nicety has been scorched down and we fight in the face of a wrinkled green gremlin whose name is many whose language is disgust whose heart is sealed shut whose pride is gleaming **** Disgusting. How did we get here? we huddled, tired, hungry & poor standing at her pale jade door being told we’re a liability pushed out of homes we own and families we’ve raised to the streets, making noise fighting though we’re so tired It’s how they want us— tired from years of fighting, too tired to keep on. But we’ll never stop. Though their name is many, ours is more. The teeming multitudes arise to take his place. We protest. We resist. Nasty. The gloves are off, and we persist.
clementzobel
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Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC
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