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From the kitchens where the gas is kept / beloved are the blues shining my shoulder / old potholes . . .
When walking hope is a swagger
When sleeping hope is a lullaby
When breathing hope is oxygen
When drunk hope. . .
Takashi dressed in long black rags, ripped fishnet stockings, and big black boots with long loose laces that splatted at the. . .
On "Because Internet: Understanding the New Rules of Language" by Gretchen McCulloch
Roughly half a century after it first emerged, folk horror is back.
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