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The Whore With The Trillion Vulvas


Preface

 

“Hawwir yâ bu’ l-huwwârâ,

my country is the land of civilization,

he who doesn’t know that,

let him come for a visit therein.”

A popular Syrian song

 

For learning about wisdom and instruction,

    for understanding words of insight,

    for gaining instruction in wise dealing,

    righteousness, justice, and equity;

    to teach shrewdness to the simple,

    knowledge and prudence to the young –

    Let the wise also hear and gain in learning,

    and the discerning acquire skill,

    to understand a proverb and a figure,

    the words of the wise and their riddles.

Proverbs 1:2-6.

 

 

Ah, soiled, defiled,

   oppressing city!

It has listened to no voice;

   it has accepted no correction…

The officials within it

   are roaring lions;

its judges are evening wolves

   that leave nothing until the morning.

Its prophets are reckless

   faithless persons;

its priests have profaned what is sacred,

   they have done violence to the law.

Zephaniah 3: 2-4.

 

 

 

The word of the Lord is against the land of

           Hadrach

   and will rest upon Damascus.

Zechariah 9: 1.

 

"The people of this City sometimes seem to me more like decrepit old archetypes than real human beings - more like lecherous and senile gods forever engaged in a meaningless game of intrigue, mayhem and debauchery where nothing, it seems, can ever satisfy their voracious lust for blood and semen.

Yet, I live in this City. It is my home. I am one of those archetypes, those gods... Will anyone defile me? Will someone, anyone, desecrate me, please? How else could I regain my purity?"

                                                                                                                                                                   Khâlid Shukűkî.

 

Freedom


Have you really forgotten who I am, Brother? Have you really forgotten who I am, Brother?

 


I

lust

for

salvation,

 Brother,

as

though

it

were

a

woman,

and

I

 -

 a

man.

 
 

 
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