to ride the suicide machine
obscenely born, obscenely hawked
no wizard prior could concoct;
unlocked, Pandora's octave white.
recitals of our plight be moot,
permutes heists of loot galore
which we may garner nevermore
nor ford cold river's portal back.
"Vampire getting ready for a party by mixing all the blood types in a punch bowl"
—@prufrockluvsong.bsky.social
America now has second-generation school shooting survivors.


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