6.Awexome Cross
repeat my words. a lofty definition of a movement
encapsulating us. a doubtful power commodified, intrinsic. the
great revolt is never going to happen in the mystifying way you
hoped. i fucking promise people are too comfortable to ever walk
away. no hope. i am finished with your songs of union, forever
acting like today will be the day the revolution is the work
you're doing, not in some concept that we lost along the way.
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