We crawl over a bridge of saloon doors, knees and elbows of bleedingforks, blind, screaming through the vertical night, dreaming of the open bed everydripshit is dreaming of. Needfor elegance, need for roots are feeding this inner struggle, among corn andlions, over the wide open field of golden hair, waving under a fluoresentplastic storm. Some phrases are made of true flesh, some words just tellstories. The language fixes two ways of life: learning to be born, or learningto obey. Let’s choose not to choose, lets leave the humanity and rejointhe animal.
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