Daily lungfuls of merchant's math. Well-earned obsolescence in the bottom margins of the ledger. Commercialism masquerading as charity. Wearing expensive shoes and a sequined mask. A voice that grates like honey against social erosion. Watching the city paper over it's own decay with bright ribbons and mineral solvents. People self-asphyxiating on the hysteria of cheap-trinket nostalgias. The admonishments of dead parents, coming out of the mouths of the overlords. Stay home, save lives, don't think.
12:28 p.m. - 2020-11-18
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