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church.
you- face pressed against the breast of your oppressor blind eyes rotting out melt beneath your lids, the muscles atrophied from lack of use your voice gone hoarse from screaming absolution fear salvation -draw your strength from narcissistic weakness codependent you are mental patients not parishioners. drink from the cup of the pure blood dripping,…
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command.
and then there’s this conversely bleak grey screens flashing disco balls of whatthefuck screaming buy me feel me hear me fuck me leashed together, shackled minds stay in step don’t fall out let the great ones take you down the path to everything is a-ok wash your feet in the bloody lamb, facing east and…
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blind.
you, when looking up at your great blue sky universe full of gifts- patriarch of all of us staring back in disbelief- spirits out there, guiding you- muscle-bared, red-burnt skin steering you, malicious into the path of wrong you, when looking up find grace in things that are not there and absolution by simple virtue…
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For my dear friend Keri, who asked for monkeys.
On Monkeys, and their difference from us. it’s hardly a new concept- people as monkeys i mean, you have evolution (WAR! because our similarity to simians -something i would never say out loud, due to my insufferable lisp [too many sibilants]- is far less credible than an invisible man fucking a virgin and seeding her…
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April Fox 