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For a complete reading experience please play this song while reading.

https://open.spotify.com/track/6mbVuPZKV8h62TV3ZdzzLm?si=39dbd0333b494f76

 

•❀.•❤•.¸ ✱⁎∗*✤܍ 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 ܍✤*∗⁎✱¸.•❤•.❀•

 

Little did we ask for. 

Little did we seek.

Mother suckled slowly at the Sun’s dry feet.

Thighs cheerfully squinting, 

holding’s Mother’s gaze,

While the writhing toenails 

bit at Mother’s maze.

 

Beg did Mother kindly

Foaming at the mouth

For those scraps of paper

Stacked up on its half.

Mother yearned to build

And dream up something real

Something not just looked at

But something to feel.

 

Here at Pulp Machine,

The wind carries all thought

Many tests and traces

Were tried on, held and bought

Printed, toned and tinted

Were our dreams throughout

Until we saw Truth

Seething beyond doubt.

 

 

 

The Pulp Machine is an international publishing collective conceived in 2021. It was founded by Katoe Hubbard, Dash(a) Egudkina, Deanna Wiseacre, Laura Crosbie, Adam Phong, and Sidia Atabales-Schnitzler.

 

 

 

 

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