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Beauty Is the Infant of Terror (2024) Jacob Bacharach Some of Trump's rapid-fire choices surprised his own staff. "There is a total atmosphere of chaos," said a person who spoke on the condition of anonymity to speak bluntly. "No one knows where the leaks are coming from, and nothing is realuntil Trump announces it." Nothing is real until Trump announces it. The sky is not the blue you think you see. The autumn wind? The frost? The barren tree rattling against the eaves? You must admit they are not there; their being’s counterfeit, formless as the void before reality breasted the darkness with one Let-There-Be. Well, LMFAO. It don’t mean shit. Who, if I cried out, would hear me now among the anonymous orders of his court already telling tales and casting blame, each self-serving Morningstar-to-middlebrow media interlocutor: in short: nothing changes; everything’s the same. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc), 來自: 220.136.90.234 (臺灣) ※ 文章網址: https://www.ptt.cc/bbs/poetry/M.1731853158.A.018.html ※ 編輯: spacedunce5 (220.136.90.234 臺灣), 11/17/2024 22:20:24