no blood

a young god wrote a proclamation in cursive and taught the world to read it (for zhang xu and against saint cyril)

bastions of hope in a dead world are what we are, since speaking is weeping and weeping is speaking and we simply do not speak we scream

for mass balkanization i pray in these united states, for all things here bore me, for christ's sake ignore me

an ultimatum was delivered to those sapphic courtly lovers, a pair of women boston-married but known to go further, that they separate or be separated, so they decided to separate someone other than themselves (or, a funeral for a man rightfully but brutally dismembered)

no blood; incapable of death, dying, or becoming ice