why cry for a world already dead
Ayn Rand's fossilized telomeres stuck on my head like an octopus
Faggot
Il suck a tranny any day
it has to be beautiful
nothing trumps nothing
it has to be sorrowful
as the language changes the gene-
THE GENE
changes
I hope the Chinese get it right
I hope the yields of her little garden match the smoke stacks in the sky
you can only subsume cancer to other genetic noise. You can't cure it
Oh Ayn
my darling
Slav?
who really cares
why do you want to live forever
sharing hurts-eating off plates-views-where you get your fish from
impossible pieces to fit together
but sometimes I get a great notion