I imagine hate mail. I imagine answers to my own questions which are hateful and hate-filled. I imagine, so to speak, animal, geographic metaphors, played out as a rhetoric for my desire to, as it were, popularise the primitive as I define it. I am, that is to say, seeking to enter a phase of personal intoleration and spiralling-down.
Immigrant songs extended my family. We smile as people ask people about our homeland. We smile as we become, therein and thereby, ever more private, ever more in-situ. We despise robot determinists and their version of polity; with its endless invasions on TV. We emit low howls as we reluctantly view. Vacuity is their paradigm-shift. We degenerate in opposition, relentlessly.
Immigrant songs extended my family. We smile as people ask people about our homeland. We smile as we become, therein and thereby, ever more private, ever more in-situ. We despise robot determinists and their version of polity; with its endless invasions on TV. We emit low howls as we reluctantly view. Vacuity is their paradigm-shift. We degenerate in opposition, relentlessly.
1 comment:
yes!
some kind of personal anarchy...
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