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One Nation, Under *New* Management
A man posts a painting of himself as Jesus Christ. The hands glow like a faulty boiler, a sick body lies under his palms, and someone has stapled eagles and flags to the background because apparently the Holy Spirit needs set dressing now. He made it with AI the way you order a takeaway.
Nationalism's Favourite Colour
Uniformity is a mask for fear. Across a world flirting with tyranny, truth is drowned and obedience sold as strength. I argue the opposite. Diversity, disagreement and the courage to think are not our weakness, they are the only path to survival and renewal.
Make you something new
You are the object of this hunger. You move through the world unaware, untouched by the filth that drags at my soul. But I see you, I feel you beneath my skin, burning, writhing, a sickness I cannot purge
Money's Velvet Fist
And so we come to money, the quiet god behind the curtain. It does not shout. It does not demand. It simply exists, and everything else bends around it. Money doesn’t knock down the door, it slides a key under it and waits. Patient. Clean. Silent.
Wander elsewhere.
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