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Hi.

Prepare your anus, you’re about to get a red pill suppository.

SoCal Eugenics

SoCal Eugenics

SoCal Eugenics

Sam made xe powerless.  “I’ll stop,” Sam said.  “No,” xe howled acquiescence. This was it, his last chance to ppl this planet with bodies other than 82 IQ mungeons. He made it so, shaking like champagne.-World Peace, Episode 6

What beauty is this?

laurel lies / captive misfortunes

Presumptive as a ghost / oh! the ghosts—

The guests that butcher the host.

Tell us, O saint of summers, the path

to bigger calves and chiseled abs,

to firmer breasts and striated chests;

tell us how to live

legs of anguish, smooth as blown glass;

tell us again, snake oil cinema

the moving pictures / chaste glossed pages;

tell us again of velvet-lined futures

cup-holders of misery

Blanketing a heartland with fresh

dreams of ivory teeth and expansive verandas.

It’s Electric! Or: Natalie Portmanteau

It’s Electric! Or: Natalie Portmanteau

R. Budd Dwyer (1939-1987)

R. Budd Dwyer (1939-1987)