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Buried Between Her Eyes.

"Strip back the rattling chains and the cold spots and what you find, again and again, is someone who wasn’t allowed to speak." —CJ Cooke via

"Taste is making aesthetic choices someone does not want you to make. Everything else is public relations."

"Parallelogrampire"

Pale cerulean this tense July
Fun mortality blossoms;
Riddlethwarts destroy
As debris counts the lessons.
Bicentennicide swift and clean
Mellows in the hell-machine.

No one saw where assassins waltzed;
Outlines stand or they seem to.
Pickpockets say it's all our faults--
Xmas lights on the lean-to.
Bicentennicide's Potemkin vibe,
Hoedown for a toxic tribe.

Fireworks and AI-targeted drones
Dance in the heads of vatniks.
Doctor's verdict spills on stones
Dealwise necromantic,
And manly bicentennicide
Mogs the day the music died.