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I wanted to love the book, but I ended up loving the person.

Abolish ICE
so funny to be saying this when you’re a staff writer for Centrism Weekly that published several obviously untrue things about Graham Platner today to make him look less like Goebbels
February 13, 2026 at 2:03 PM
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there's a lot of reason to doubt him!

1. the Nazi tattoo!
2. keeping the Nazi tattoo!
3. lying about the Nazi tattoo!
4. only covering up the Nazi tattoo after backlash!
5. he's written racist and misogynist things on the Internet!
6. HE'S SEEKING MORE POWER & HAS EVERY INCENTIVE TO LIE
February 13, 2026 at 5:13 AM
only of numbers, to make this liminal, to reduce the abstraction to a single concrete point in the shape of an O
February 4, 2026 at 3:10 AM
it was to stand apart but in a protected space, ward of the unfeeling. how they made you
February 4, 2026 at 3:07 AM
was another arbitrage, standing or sitting in repose - neglected, not bemused. ancient, ahistorical nothingness in the shape of a obelisk
February 1, 2026 at 12:58 PM
viewing it too quickly you could even miss it, the lightning. I can name what I long for but never aloud
January 30, 2026 at 6:32 AM
creation, all creation: daffodils, marmoset, high flung wisps of detached homes or faces, remarking upon and then marking the second moon, two of two
January 30, 2026 at 6:29 AM
twitchy, saved, making it back without the oversight, the snarled passing of days
January 24, 2026 at 12:31 PM
not as that or as any, as any like that, resembling this which came out of the ground
January 24, 2026 at 4:38 AM
star blasted shadow of the old friend’s mouth and hair. reconsider that harridan, surprise for hours. belief in the form of a leaf
January 22, 2026 at 11:42 AM
check out my current posts. I’ll work on some other posts and follow some accounts in the morning.
January 22, 2026 at 4:46 AM
there must be an easier way to do it, to accomplish the same thing but without the knots, the keening abcess, the resemblance to life. not using those words.
January 22, 2026 at 4:44 AM
in the shape of a rising buoy, in the shadow of the mother of the frog, resting something in the tawny mouth, a flash of light. that was her name.
January 22, 2026 at 4:28 AM
the voyage underneath takes longer, doing it this way, two at a time. you eschewed the dress, a daffodil’s serrated edge. my only demand.
January 22, 2026 at 4:25 AM