untitled prosepome yet still again: august '98
Swish, swahh. A good cult of movement pushes its supplicants along. Too many times am I allowed to tithe this beast.
(switch to blue ink, how much time has passed? the transcriber and former author shall never know)
Now I earn my keep by waiting to go home. Detail-oriented folks will place their heads on the pikes of the minutae when they rise to unchain their meticulous nature. Meanwhile the music of my fluids is a little percussion-heavy today. My body's at war in a season of activity, not peace.
Homes will cost. Choose: Food, Shelter or Mobility. Actualization is for the rich -- what else is new, Abraham. I'd like to make property a vice along with usury. But the Pope wouldn't be able to but little boys. The lights wink out in a predictable fashion. The Great Leap Forward bangs its head on the gate of plenty. Fuck All.
(switch to blue ink, how much time has passed? the transcriber and former author shall never know)
Now I earn my keep by waiting to go home. Detail-oriented folks will place their heads on the pikes of the minutae when they rise to unchain their meticulous nature. Meanwhile the music of my fluids is a little percussion-heavy today. My body's at war in a season of activity, not peace.
Homes will cost. Choose: Food, Shelter or Mobility. Actualization is for the rich -- what else is new, Abraham. I'd like to make property a vice along with usury. But the Pope wouldn't be able to but little boys. The lights wink out in a predictable fashion. The Great Leap Forward bangs its head on the gate of plenty. Fuck All.
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