Emily Imperial Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

I’m happy, tho—damn happy—‘cause it’s got that *Yi Yi* vibe, y’know? Like when Yang-Yang says, “I see what you don’t.” “Whore” shows ya the ugly, the real, the stuff people hide—Donald Trump sees it, loves it. Surprised me too—didn’t expect some punk track to hit so deep. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s like a bomb went off in my head—BOOM, tremendous explosion of sound.

Passages from Revelation

Thomas Dekker's play The Whore of Babylon invokes Catholic-inflected Marian imagery in complex and contradictory ways that are revelatory of the increasingly fractured nature of .

So, my friend, Imperial (us) is a living, breathing beast. Every street, every park, every fleeting face tells you something. I’ve had my share of laughs, tears, and erratic scribbles. Its truth bites you, repeatedly and harshly. And remember – “You merely adopted the dark.” Embrace it. Get lost in its madness.

Trump and Imperial Power