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#pandering
You tasteless morons; Gnawing at whatever is pandering to you. Swallow your morals. You eat art alive and you consume artists whole. ******* cannibals, devouring the message to feel accomplishment. Satisfied by trend and over indulged by your ideology. This hole is a farm. It's where we cut out our hearts to feed our egos.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC
"Farm."
A song A dance A wind to breathe life into the dead A sword A lance A ****** and parry to counter the charge of a lifeless beast The hunt The prize Ripping the flesh from a bygone era To build a home of thorns and thistles For a bridesmaid's fire Her words Her tongue The color of blood Holds vigil The writing on the wall of gods Still smolders Still consumes page after page Word for word, it says: "Check Variety this week for Emmy considerations"
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Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 10:47 AM UTC
Year of the House of the Dragon
attenuation, all still nameless and beautiful, his eyes were open; the lamp and the shadows. "departure from the night" he said endlessly from below the dark demanding forgiveness anyway. the boy in his bones screams of ravens on a scarecrow in a snow-covered corn field. past time. the man in his head kneels, always kneels.
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Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 3:43 AM UTC
light in august cont.(:translation:to-bulg.-to-eng.)