Despots on the screen again demonstrate legerdemain. Demons existentially deranged. Picture it in black and white, picture it without the light. Polarised opinions petrify. Sleight of hand and slight of mind, slightly under-occupied; freedom is a veil made out of lies. The fabric wipes our lonely brains and the fabric wipes away the stains, then the fabric fades away. I have seen rebellion sterilised. I can feel them gouging out my eyes, Monsters holding on to you, whatever will we do. We are all buried alive.

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