Lindsay Hargrave reads an excerpt from "paragloria (Judgment)", forthcoming in Wrongdoing's first issue
Your hills have been burning for
centuries. Rise! Open your
eyes and feast your bare guts on
a white sun molting to
black dwarf beginning at
Rise rise rise and
draw up a tub for next lifeâs
bloodletting. You could live in a moon
colony. Find out which friends were
imposters all along and invent
new ones. Finish scrapbooking.
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