Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Words.

Kolkata.

Neofascists.

They will come back—come back again,
As long as the red Earth rolls.
He never wasted a leaf or a tree.
Why should He squander souls?

And then Textism lit up once more in my feed reader. —This might just be a good year.

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