A Scorched Earth Policy We Can All Enjoy

Random strangers you remember	scorched earth policy	The Dr Strangelove syndrome	We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death
Kiss me, you are beautiful. These are truly the last days.	I am the red, the white, & the blue. No man cometh to freedom except through me.	Scorched Earth	Dream of flowers in dustbins
Scorched Earth Party	Bleecker Street	I used to have so many dreams	found poetry
Martini of Death	Godspeed You! Black Emperor	thermite	M. Doughty
Pink Floyd	A false history	Found Poem	The Thin Blue Line
A playlist for nuclear war	Tezcatlipoca

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