The power to influence,
The power to command,
I saw that in one man,
Old and withered,
His voice slow with a slight whisper, 152 more words
Lose the rabbit.
Light bleeds through into the world.
Here’s the incision: the foundation of an invisible force. Identities defend. Ideologies write. Identities based on avatars running on ideology… The distortion of a logic breathing extinction. 9 more words
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tells me how her mother sold her, age eight, into prostitution for drug money. ‘It’s just part of being a woman… You’re gonna have to be a big girl and get used to it.’