The shadows on the walls don't recognize me anymore

[sovay]

All these terrible people whose weight the earth cannot afford, doing their best to take the rest of us with them to their Armageddon with the most toys, and not a one of them will ever be a tenth of a thousandth as cool as the living tradition of an epic poem performed with chugging guitar riffs: Exhibit A, Ereimang's "(Kwakta Lamjel)" (2023). All you fascists bound to be boring.

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[asakiyume]

(Also, and unnecessarily because you clearly get what I mean but: I said "the dancer on the right," but from our perspective as viewers it was the dancer on the left. Also known as "the other right")

And amen about another epic! Brain go fizz on story.