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I was crying in the tub looking at my bloody legs. They bled like an iceberg frigid with the diction of Hemmingway They bled a wonderous myriad of John Cage mesositcs They bled in a simple way like the way that Shakespeare’s sonnetsbleed into the minds of impressionable teenagers who think they know what it…
Fascism has arrived in the US, and it’s tearing apart our social lives. The dread one feels, waking up in the morning, moments before checking their phone, is immeasurable. A post of the latest policy update, a video on data centers, an update about someone having to choose between gas and a meal. Outside of…
There is something wonderful about watching an artist think. You can watch their whole brain at work from a few yards away.
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