So just how actually did the Maori know that Saturn has rings?
It must be like how Eunoia figured out that I had literally nothing
on my Instagram that deserved the utterly fucked up treatment I received.
From you and all your little games at pretend,
I think I have found out a lot of things, about where this story might end.
Yo lembrah Trigelis ja beng,
ja kontah kung yo,
"Nang dibeh, Kevin."
Dia ta chegah, kora bos, kung tudu jenti bos amor, pra fing logu teng
ngua freaking Presidential Election
that still hasn't been announced.
That still has escaped notice.
Is it because of what I have found
about myself, and all the promises
I now know I can still keep?
Eli sa anela ja abrasah kung yo.
Eli sa tantu bunga-lunga judah kung yo midih
Klai grandi, yo sa Titan podih kriseh.
Klai Goliat sa amizadi sa nomi podih soletrah, podih bibeh
kontu bos olah amiang ta andah, bagah-bagah ta triseh
a new questioning.
A fairer reckoning.
A sense that HDB prices
are really not actually cooling
off any kind of day,
or any kind of gay,
still almost completely shut out from the attention of the state.
One documentary
done tastefully
with some masterful indigenously-inspired anthropology
and lots of strongly agrees
is actually going to cut it,
provided it becomes the first
of many subsequent apologies.
Provided you get some for yourself.
Provided you, and all your lazy failed solutions
stop bothering me.
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