In this grave hour, fuck fuck fuck, perhaps the most fateful in our history, bugger shit shit.
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This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!” … and I’ll whisper “no.”
Leap by Victo Ngai
Edouard Manet, Eva Gonzalès (detail), 1870