Here you are SCUM, caged creature. Your gaze wavers inside the rage of our age/era. Your scream testifies to an individual and societal wound, a traumatic memory of our condition to overthrow. Your gesture, survival drive, questions our visceral link to violence. SCUM, in your silicone hands young germs are growing—they are in mutation.
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