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Made a machine to make me tea.

"I shall face the fiend · with a firm heart.
Let every man's Ruler · reckon my fate:
words are worthless · against the war-flyer."

—Sullivan & Murphy's Beowulf

Ships by Radclyffe Hall.

knock on the door drawn there
& cry dismal prison
blinking traffic truthgates
in the pale trim scrimmage
more than the herd minim
you crave—much like pavement-
busting weeds of wildsurge—
your phiz wears a schism
underpasses paw at
eyes with appraise lazy
carrion-littered landscape
would mainline all the raindrops
pale cerulean wraps me
Chiron's rich of stitches

"Right-wingers are so insecure and covetousness that after they gathered public goods, land, economy and education for themselves they wanted the one thing we had: the story of oppression."