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'A Straight Circle' Title: Made By Chelsea Somedays I wake up. And I feel like, I'd just love to commit collateral murder on those self absorbed, self obsessed fake bake socialites. How easily would they jump into frame under a rain of shrapnel and depleted uranium instead of champagne like Mum. At least there would be no consequences behind those gated community fences. Justice is as a bust is for our babes, but suckle on the truth beneath your own skin. Don't look within, don't turn on the flashlights, don't stop going all night. Don't stretch the truth is too tight Justice is as a bust is for our fallen, like a whore house called stalling for time. Like land mines. Littered across a cultural desert, like a deserted scene so keen to be remembered in history. Time moves so fast these days; But not for some. Not for one. So they use it to recreate themselves. In their own image. A true mirage. 62