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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- 1: Wish everyone could hear when she sings
- 2: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 3: I cannot feel it, the veil of black, a fine spray of white paint
- 4: I make sure there are hidden messages in my work
- 5: I'll stay out until my mind is like a clear glass
- 6: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 7: Pilgrimage, private life, mortality
- 8: My dream house is a negative space of rock
- 9: Your spirit watched me up the stairs
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