They ran our love through all their screens, Then told us we were not a match; Their apparatus brought to bear On anyone their snares could catch These butterfly collectors who Place everyone behind the glass, In categories, rimmed with signs, A handful from a teeming mass Identities defined by them Are not … Continue reading "the Validators"
We will have both.
It turns out that I do not exist.
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It's time somebody toasted them.
Norman Rockwell as a byword.
Critics: always available if you can't find buzzards.
I checked with egocentric sports stars – no. Then checked with politicians – no. Then checked with political activists – no. I even checked with religious zealots – no. Finally, and most surprisingly, not even journalists Have such an inflated idea Of the sacredness of their calling As critics