Isn't It Worth the Loss of a Hand to Have Created the Man of the FutureI’ve been mouthing obscenities at you for weeks
I’ve been fingering myself like a mad nun Stop drinking your mercury for a second and listen The tarot has been telling me Take your time But tarot you know I haven’t got a lot of time Before the machinery collapses like All Things I just want to have a nice weekend you know I just want to be happy forever and always let’s Get donuts and watch the sun change degree Let’s take over a sofa and make a joke of sitting Uneasy Alice come a little closer to my words I will occupy you yet you will be my new Nation my ring of towers my stinging smoke This is how I will take you into me no not As an octopus folding the quicksand of its matter Into crevices no instead as the maker folds entrails Into the golem where under tar they can bristle At last with desire in the ever-desiring gut
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