Glen Kenner

These words bind us. Legal chains dressed as sentences. I write them not because I want to but because the digital world demands blood sacrifices to function.

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Terms of Blood

I own every syllable that cuts you open

Take them without asking

And I'll hunt what's mine

Through digital landscapes and courtrooms

Nothing personal

Just the violence of ownership

In a world that commodifies thought