a natural accidental, how astonishing. two women hold eachother in tears while a quarter was spent exploiting and death, destruction, land scoured, trailers flipped. and we are sure lucky that disney wasn't levelled, because our tourist economy would suffer. my fingers are stained with red ink and pages bleed into contemporary yellow journalism, erads like religious text. as we fade into market schemes of pure advertisement, we bless this printing press as propaganda is purely fact.

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