pOpCoRn SpEaKiNg

Say, I don’t say, won’t say, it’s not that I can’t say, it’s that I won’t be complicit to a night...

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Come What May

The curtain blends into my skin, as if asleep I had always been. Disrupt fright’s cage, let light...

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Book-Eating Leaves

It’s all for grabs, we’re all in traps, the uncivilized are book-eating leaves who quaff as beasts...

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