I feel joy again, in the way gazelles
feel after the leopard discontinues
the chase. The nineties taught us “sex sells”.
In the naught-ys, give me freedom of fear.
Or, what I could be feeling now is sim-
ilar to the scene in Sen to Chihir-
o... when after night, she sees pastel hues
again, biting into the rice cake: sim-
ple pleasures to sob uncontrollably
over. I hope in Congress, the assur-
ance: cronies hired no longer (probably).
Us, the nation will never behoove your
unorthodox information retriev-
als. Not full dystopia: my relief.
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