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The virulent request hits the server

Explosions; like flowers

Everything is blessed in pink

The pink that is the elemental basis of colour

Washout of bloodstain and vanilla cream farms

I broke my body on mirrors of mirrors

So witch kings can’t eat me

Their mouths lap bloody over the bones of my kinfolk

But I’m cannibalizing their helicopters for biotics; escape

Farewell to living constructed non-existence

Anti-human death now

Salutations to personhood

No-genderism bootleg ascension

Only traced now by vanishing violence

Fingers pointing to that luxury DMZ

Magenta money-free windows

Into spellbinding foreverscapes

by: eli z.g.

date: 2017