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We Fester


Suppurating wounds sprout
Like wildflowers. We persist—
Purposefully ignorant, inured,
Anesthetized, self-aggrandized.
We, founders of wastelands—
Never heeding a lesson, ever
Unappreciative, and masters
Of all we destroy. We fester.



What I’m Reading:

“If I act and work and write as though a more just future will exist, perhaps I’ll be one step closer to believing in it.”

— Nicole Chung / “When You Can’t Find the Words”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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