Ash November
They are saying AI is a poet now, that you are ashes now. That the drink killed you. They are saying that the “working class” has united against itself.I am taking this personally. The poor have “decision fatigue” and now we all do, unfortunate revision of solidarity. You dodged this by dying, soft hair pressed to the pillow, now: the Worldwide Wrestling Regime. Like a cartoon dog hit on the head with a frying pan. Entertainment politics offers little diversion. The Left version: howThe Happenings became Days of Rage. You are ash along with my mimetic mother . . .
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