“I'm so far inside the way my life turned out, I can't see the edge.” Alice in Bed, Susan Sontag
Ideas are bad.
They make you sad.
They’ll trap you 'till
they drive you mad.
They make you think
that in the end
they will be all
you ever had.
Unless you catch
one fresh –
make it flesh –
raw meat
to eat. Discrete.
Complete.
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