Red and blue horseshoes made from overstarched suits. The collective, relieved sigh of one half of the world. The bruised voice of a half-wit splintering every ossified tradition. Nevermind the bias enshrined in old customs. One thousand public lashes for the failures of the nuclear family. Nothing is taught but vengeance, and the illusion of justice. Lopsided riots, like a national seesaw bouncing for more and less differentiation. Broken brains cheering the unmoved status quo hidden in plain sight. Countless tribalists celebrating the cure of a symptom. The disease is the human condition. It is not in remission.
4:02 p.m. - 2021-01-20
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