my black/irish/Indonesian life sho matter

everytime there is an murder of a black man by police I start to feel what I can only describe as a nearly unbearable palpable weight of hostile loneliness congealed frigid smelling of decay and mildew infested by peppercorn polka dots of super dense black holes that are actually the annihilation in death attendant from suffocating on black mold.

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