Kindle Notes & Highlights
Because the tube is turned to the window, the neighbor’s buddy coughs a cough of pigeons. a hack of grackle. a bird out the window.
The slave is a dance and a rope stood still, in its choice of whip. its choice of lynch orifice to swallow its sawed-off dick. Which pinkish meat flesh, devour. Which exit to design, which disemboweled master. A stand which stood, was still or removed each larynx. withstood machete each bludgeon become. To fight with clarity is a kind of abstraction. a tongue its cruelty. Eternal is choice.
But we choose, we choose: if the sun is hot if the tulip withers. We choose if the assault is rifled, if the men come in stink. We choose if the cum is drenching, if the torture is daily. We choose if the land the land is green and owned. If the hunger, our stalkers. our cops with fists.
O what haven from man who believe in America, only all to himself?
it’s ok to make a world in which things eat each other.
the rip of our primordial anus
