The madness of our politics and our given identities is easy enough to find, just turn on the news, and we all know that hurt people hurt people. Good madness, on the other hand, is hard to come by. Just ask Quixote! But it's there, in the poetry that's brutal enough to be honest and beyond the old narratives driving us down. Instead, look up to the new now now. Turn on to this, or try it at least!
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