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“the car is on fire and there is no driver at the wheel. the sewers are all muddied with a thousand dark suicides and a dark wind blows. the government is corrupt. we all made so many drums with the radio on and the curtains drawn. we are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine and the machine is bleeding to death. the sun has fallen down and the billboards are all earing. and the flags are all dead at the top of their polls. it went like this. the buildings all toppled in on themselves, mothers crutching babies dig through the rubble and pull out their hair. the skyline was beautiful on fire. all twisted metal stretching upwards. everything washed in a thin orange gaze. i said kill me your beautiful these are truely the last days. you grab my hand and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever. we woke up one morning and fell a little further down. for sure this was the valley of death. i open up my wallet and its full of blood…”

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