criss hatched

Most he is here. In the space between luxury desire and the choosing still. it's fine fire here. as the pole vaults freeings its deadening chains, throwing off its shackles.
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this way you say dirty words
not capitalist love affairs not the middle class guilt of the secondary sickness the world's lie. its piecemeal shit. this way love is not a truck and a clock. a factory piece.