She picks vowels out of her teeth with the bones of a conversation. Smug distended lips wrapped around a choking sum of confirmation bias. Horn-rimmed glasses, nose piercing, dyed hair, lipstick of indignation. Her collapsible echo chamber throne can scarcely hold the girth of her righteousness. Truly she is the magnificence of ignorance. A vision of widdershins.
9:40 p.m. - 2016-01-13
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