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A likely story. Artists are the world's most unrepentant narcs.

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Light blooms behind her pupils.

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PSEUDOPOD may have a different outlook.

Heroic

Better that they don't know you exist at all.

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Uh oh. She's kind of digging this star-fucking business.

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As old as her. She is L-Pop.

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Maybe conceived to it too. Hot. Sad and hot.

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Then, not understanding how it happened, but very happy that it did, the Grown-Ups sidle up and cream their share off the top.

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Not fading. Shimmering.

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No bass? Lightweight.

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A little grave in the heart.

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Fluent in memory. Speaks ghost. Has conversational dream.

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THE PARTY NEVER SLEEPS. IT IS ALWAYS ROUSED. LISTENING TO MUSIC THAT REINFORCES NEGATIVE EMOTION IS BOURGEOIS MOPING.

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Disc variants. Branded keyboards. Sellout tours. This sadness thing bankrolls itself.

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Don't bother. This assignment doesn't require 'melancholy'. Just a gun and a steady hand.

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Life is sad. That's the reason. Starts sad, gets sadder.

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Songs can haunt you longer than people. All the way to the end of a life, on perpetual loop in the background of your mind.

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THE WORKING CLASS.

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Yours don't seem to require the spotlight.

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Another curse of being hyper successful, and existentially beautiful.

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A six-year-old girl slowly lifts the corner of a heavy white sheet with frayed edges. Behind the sheet is a mirror. There is no one else in the living room. The girl catches a glimpse of herself and drops the sheet in shock.

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True dark. No light in the night sky but the dead stars.

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You're speaking with its champion soldier. Its glass cannon.

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You can pull it free or kick her back in.

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One foot in the empire. One foot in a shadow.

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THIS FOOLISH GIRL IS CONFUSING REVOLUTION WITH HOMICIDE.

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UNTHWARTABLE SCHEMES TEN THOUSAND YEARS.

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Another thing she's trying to outrun.

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She's a state asset. The Weeping Eye would handle any external threats, with prejudice.

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Didn't go outside either.

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Now she's fan-shifting as Tempo, a gay middle-aged criminal.

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A fugitive from one empire or another. Do angels ever truly know if they're moving through the living or the dead?

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One very at odds with the atmosphere in the room.

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SALT THE EARTH. REJECT 'YOUTH CULTURE'. THE SPELL OF THE NEW IS THE TRICK OF THE ENEMY.

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A couple she's very proud of, even.

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It reminds you of the final line of a poem.

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FUNERAL PLAYLIST. COFFIN OUTRO.

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THE ANSWER IS OBVIOUS. TO KEEP THE MASSES UNDER DIM SEDATION.

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No contempt, just a light sadness.

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'Solo'? Mega disregard for the sound-gäng and their contributions!

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Four young women bound in holding cells. The interrogations have not yet been violent, but they have been ruthless.

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Close enough to touch shadows.

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Close enough for it to hurt.

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The photograph is hard to look at, but easy to touch. When your fingers find its edges, a kind of strength charges through them.

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This girl is adrift and in dire need of a collab! Time to make your mark. Culturally.

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Long-submerged dreams of popstardom float to the surface of your consciousness like drowned corpses.

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Desolation in different seasons.