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Night is upon us,
So predictable, yet so unexpected.
We anticipated all would glow ever brighter until we were bathed in perpetual gold,
But now we are surrounded by absence.
A poem about big internet businesses paying mind to the details when so many others did not.
Taboo or not Taboo, What’s in a Word?
It's Housing, Stupid
Karen Goes to Town
Shakespeare (The Next Generation Remix)
Misanthropes of the World, Unite!
Something of You
Mildew, My Lord?
Star Wars: Parallel Universe
Music of the Marionettes
Merry Christmas from the NRA
No Man's Sky: First Day