We move like horizontal skyscrapers on a moonlit night. God has damned us, but I fight like Xerxes. Ulysses died in the mountains and I might as well too. War against immobility.
Words
Descend
Down
The
Page
Naked
Like
Duchamp
Slaughter preconceived notions we have tried to defend. Coca-Cola teeth and computer screen eyes. Glazed over perception. That florescent light has cut my corneas. Dead like a doornail. Dead. Like. A. Doornail. The event horizon is about 3 miles ahead of us and if we go fast enough we may just break through to about 3 years ago. When I was doing the time warp with my Latino lover. I. Want. To. Be. Anywhere. But. Here. Right. Now. Take me back to where I was father. Oblivion is smothering me as I cry out incest between Cupid and Venus. Folly, Folly, Folly.
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