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One Way by Belinda Roddie Let me play The Levellers on a level playing field and not just for the sake of a poor man's plague time memorial. I promise I can produce some bangers on vocals and guitars, wearing the same cap and jacket as the blokes getting blitzed in bars. I won't know much stubborn city smog or prevailing factory spills, but I'll remember pretending to be a punk when I fit the goodie-two-shoes bill.

Unkind by Belinda Roddie The irony of calling me heartless when my heart's bursting!

Hot Tea, M'Dear? by Belinda Roddie This may make you drop your silver spoon with a clatter, but what if I told you that Black Lives Still Matter?

Horns & Hoodies by Belinda Roddie That should have been my Halloween costume: An adolescent devil!

Enter, If You Dare by Belinda Roddie A series of irrational actions I could take when my eyes are superglued into a staring contest with the void:  1. Shave my head, so my face can perfectly maintain the shape, color, and texture of a spoiled hard boiled egg. 2. Drink pickle juice straight from the jar - which I actually don't mind doing from time to time, but but in this situation, it would be for the sole purpose of drying out my blood cells and turning me into a second Dead Sea. 3. Paint my nails, but in the weirdest, most clashing hues - hot pinks and swamp greens and sad shithouse red, so no one pays attention to the stained words sticking to my teeth and only to the monstrosities bursting out of my fingers like Lovecraft's racist textual nightmares. 4. Adopt an otter. I will never adopt an otter. They are cute, but my cat would hate me forever. 5. Move to Montana and become a cowboy, including drinking myself to death with the help of the besotted bastards themselves, Jac...

Privilege by Belinda Roddie You can make tough decisions over bubbly? Good for you.

Wait 'Til It Happens In Person by Belinda Roddie Scientific fact: Enby fist bumps are the best fist bumps.