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I do this on the subway on the way to work as often as I do it in my bedroom at home, and in either place it is clear that I am not in outer space. So powerful is the elemental shred of this band Miami bred that I am willing to publicly come off as a guy who believes himself to be in outer space when he might, in fact, be standing in front of the United Nations or standing on a table in the middle of an Olive Garden when this declaration is made.  The city creaks open on Friday morning. Make ready. In seven languages read with seven eyes set in a head of solid rock I read the cuneiform morning, I read the dregs of beers swilled late dried like tea leaves on my tongue, I gutter and mumble new prayers. I shower. Friday morning will become [...] Two great opposing forces, the dual drives to conserve and expend, to enjoy and to moderate, both here transformed into the single desire to acquire. Very funny. Her living poltergeist will haunt you two-fisted with lust, accusing you on trains and in the open with the remnants of memories stirred by the appearance and mien of other women…. She will superimpose her impossible form, her shape that fills the space in which she lives so completely and now spilt out under the sun to mask for you alone this whole wrong turn into the future until your will to deny her is wrung and your desire for her is exposed. |
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