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.