I create through thermic destruction. Incinerate to preserve. Quick, ferocious, fragile, visceral, rugged, powerful relics of a moment. These are duplicitous times of laser-guided peace, freedom through torture, and prosperity through debt. I stride through the streets of asphalt made by a society so free everyone must pay. As I wander I can't find black of white only shades of gray and I am aghast in wonder in the hour of January's return. |
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