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June 2004. Blaspheme along with me, Brother. A city so tranquilized by Orthodoxy can only be revived through blasphemy. July 2004. I don't want a Sun in my sky Brother. I have no need for a Moon. A star or two will suffice for me in my all but too shy existence on the cold margins of things. Speak of mediocrity, Brother, I am mediocrity incarnate. August 2004. While you make history Brother, I make love. While you seek fame, I seek fulfillment. September 2004. My bearing is the bearing of frogs, Brother. My pride is the pride of lizards. My shame is the shame of a lamb about to be slaughtered. July 2005. The taste of my liver in my own mouth, Brother, offends and sickens me. But I have to feed upon myself to survive – I am my only source of sustenance these days, and my only source of hope.
December 2005. I lust
for salvation, Brother,
as though it were a woman, and I - a
man.
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lust for salvation, Brother, as though it were a woman, and I - a man.
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