No one knows what a quark is. It’s risky to ask for clarification. Art doesn’t save lives. Women and their teeth, that’s another story. Brothers and sisters in mediocrity. Ripples in an arbitrary current. Jellyfish are terrific gourmands. A pocket of parasites squeezed out of a sheep’s skin. The precise color of piss. A balm for capitalism’s troubled soul. Queer girls and their bikes. Whoever runs vanishes. The same thumbs on the same phones. Mere tuchus action. Social atomization is here perfectly maintained. This is the summit of feeling. The ability to reduce visitors to a state of fetal dependence. What really gets him off is his own persecution. Sexuality has a way of twisting memory into fetish, misery into pleasure. All your friends dying will do that to a person. The chickens have come home to roost. Planting flags like it was a contested territory. Some people don’t deserve the generosity of context. The landlord has always been there.

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