From My Mother's sleep I fell into the State
And I hunched in its belly til my wet fur froze
Six miles from Earth
Loosed from its dream of life
I awoke to black flak and the nightmare fighters
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
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"When the Know-Nothings get control, it will read 'all men are created equal, except negroes, and foreigners, and Catholics.' When it comes to this I should prefer emigrating to some country where they make no pretense of loving liberty – to Russia, for instance, where despotism can be taken pure, and without the base alloy of hypocrisy.”--Abraham Lincoln
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