they'd restlessly started a horrible revolt.
of digital hope, copper, and hurt.
Say I won't.
All your artists are just servants of the status quo.
This darkness starves us, trademarks us miserable.
Our impossible populous.
Immeasurable metropolis.
I retreat to my basement.
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