why cry for a world already dead

Ayn Rand's fossilized telomeres stuck on my head like an octopus


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-



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


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

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