"I am a fugitive from voices and places, while the howling winds of violence destroy the fields of our language, turning the words that were ours into a cry trapped in my jugular vein." —Omar Moussa via
Demon attacking the East India Company.
"murder house"
blood-dimmed tide flats tarried
quarter moon or so
martyrsequin
mowing the blood-dimmed tide flats
ribtape shadow
Chicxulub
doomscrolling through the real changes
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