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October 9, 2020 / barton smock

from ( diets of the resurrected )

To worship god is to love the ghost of the alien you dream of killing. When I was a child, there were no children. All of them had guns. Most of my teeth hurt from forgetting

that blue
wants to be
a circle.

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