White phosphorus burning through the night Skeleton crew on a slaver, hug the equator tight Drone fly like metal kite Hellfire out the sky, open your book to Revelations Anyone hatin’, this your chance to get right
“I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”
Virginia Woolf | A Room of One’s Own
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