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#cluelessness
Maybe everything is right Maybe I had just been wrong my whole life and never knew what it was like to be right
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC
Righted wrongs
So you think that you like “horror.” Well, I’ve got some for you-- trying fleeing a burning building with bombs dropping around you. So you think that you like “kink,” and want to be whipped and tied. If you’d been a slave in the antebellum South this could have been how you died. So you like to play at “Slave” and “Master.” What a ******* joke. Some who were really slaves died strung up with a rope. You like watching blood and torture when it’s on a  movie screen. Aren’t you the lucky one-- you won’t see it again and again, in dreams. If you’d ever lived outside your privileged, First World life, you would not find “entertainment” in scenes of death and strife. If you’d ever been a helpless victim of cruelty or **** you would know it’s not entertainment, but a hell, that some never escape.
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
Not Fun, Not Games
When we lose There comes to be a reversal process; a rapid prototype souped into bitten rhythm. And then you collide, like light particles melting film to form some replica of an inner war. What is it about trying; what does attempt do – Pacify? Resize? Boost the morale of twentysomethings clinging to past participles like the sting of a bee? What can you do to stop the ache of feeling like **** What is there to grasp when no light appears? But then a day comes. It’s all fine, with friends, with music, with anything other than self-flagellation. At which point I fight the fight not to stay a mere summary.
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC
Midnight Anthems, 1