“Hi, everyone. My name is Florence, and tonight I’m going to be sharing my latest poem. It’s called “A Wolf Ate My Grandmother,” and it’s a real metaphor for the slow systemic poisoning of society and the human spirit, and how we can wander the wild woods of life and still find evil in our own backyards. Also, a wolf f*cking ate my grandmother. I’m really working through some shit right now.”

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