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#peasantry
What man under modernity, is free? Comparative to the peasantry preceding We must seem to be Shackled to a strange form Of self-induced slavery
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Jul 21, 2023
Jul 21, 2023 at 9:35 AM UTC
At The Dawn, And On The Horizon
Sweet TV You & Me Got a date We touch I learn Whose lives mean most Which truth sounds most like the world I want around me These shoes barely fit, but look fantastic The uncanny caricatures sure seem to be the ends to my meager means These drive-thru aspirations taste like **** I am born nuclear, and I am lightning fast without self-assessment Why would I ask? Why would I want to be stripped of speed in a place that wants me on the floor, dead or poorly resourced to save the handful of golden few, who sit in thrones stitched in skin and filled with blood at the spine of the world, watching while me, my family, my friends and the neighborhood burn up in linen and cotton tattooed with American green -- I want above, to look down from the top. **** everyone else.
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
Grievances - Pabst Blue Ribbon (Sweet Dreams)