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like I live in rural montana where most of the population is reactionary and racist and it is objectively less violently authoritarian here than nyc

(The key to joy is disobedience

There is no guilt and there is no shame)

A moon-piece, to fetch up the golden cup

A snow-piece, to avoid the great heat of the sun

Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon

An ice-piece, so as they seem forever fallen

A night-piece, of the dismal supper and strange entertainment

A rare chance-piece, a handsome piece of deformity

The skin of a snake bred out of the spinal marrow of a man

With stones and illegible inscriptions found about great ruins

Pictures of three remarkable steeples or towers

Built purposely awry, so as they seem eternally tipping and falling

A transcendent perfume made of the richest odorates

Kept in a box of translucent scale

A glass of spirits made of ethereal salt, hermetically sealed up

Kept continually in quicksilver, of so volatile a nature

That it will scarcely endure the light

And therefore only shown in winter

Or by the light of a carbuncle or a firefly

And batwings sing this limnal hymn

A wideness opening and closing

To keep the darkness sealed within

A moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup

does death come alone or with eager reinforcements

does death come alone or with eager reinforcements

death is centrifugal, solar and logical

decadent and symmetrical

angels are mathematical

angels are bestial

man is the animal

man is the animal

because they keep destroying Abrams

hell yeah dude get our asses

https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/2024/03/01/how-biden-leads-gets-information/

please don't confront me with my failures

i have not forgotten them

You'll never hear me talk about one day getting out

Why put a new address on the same old loneliness

Everybody knows where that is, we built that house of his

And when he's not home someone else we know always is

If heaven's really coming back

I hope it has a heart attack

When they see how dangerous it is for guys like that

And the night has always known when it's time to get going

When it's really been so long that it starts showing

It's always had that ghost, who always almost tells me the secret

How there's really no difference in who he was once and who he's become

And I think he's been letting me win, I think he's doing it again

Thanks for letting me win

And everything you hated me for: honey there was so much more

I just didn't get busted

I ain't looking for that easy way out

This whole life has been about

Try and try and try

To just be simple again