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Pippi Longstocking

04/28/2026 14:58h
Is it Spanish? No, Swedish. What’s that? Where Loki came from. Writing about Ragnarök in the purple octopi of a gel pen, it’s the end of the world and a gigantic wolf is going to swallow the coagulated sun whole. Myth, wish fulfillment. He broke the strongest chains ever built. He was strong. He won. I’m not strong. I don’t win. Pippi is strong too. And smart. Sit with me, little one, inside this mansion of June hieroglyphics, inside the belles lettres of fluttering paper-doll tomorrrows, and mourn how we never lived.