We own nothing, nothing is ours Not even love so fierce* that burns like baby stars But this poverty is our greatest gift, The weightlessness of us as things begin to shift…

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especially if they’re poor and desperate enough.

aka the yin to the fascist yang.

in other words: make them so worried about trying to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table that they’re don’t have the energy & time to think about why they have to do this when there are litterally billions of other people on this planet who don’t have to worry about doing the same thing.