| Tuesday, August 17, 2004 |
| political heresy within science |
Don’t get closer to me.
No truce war of books
the white disease
clash-thinking
remains
jam-packed.
I put you in the shedder:
One can hear bones breaking watermoon red
lake nails thicker
compost
frustrated project of domination.
The mush recomposes in you nightmare.
I put you in the shedder again:
One can hear the sweet annihilation of your
heart juice of heart.
The mush turns in you.
Relocation of pain
matterless
real pathos within
crowbar
local semi-independence
put in the shedder again
the dream builds you back
containment thus upon
crock crock crock
violent violins waters contemporary stricken
bridles
interrupted flow
self-imposed intellectual genocide.
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