Nothing. I don't know. My father. The town. My body,
and disease. Heights, small spaces, drowning, you,
poverty. (A little laugh.) I’m not afraid of anything.
Except loneliness, choking, stroke, anything socially-
transmitted, the dark, weakness, guilt, this, you, I
don't know, loneliness, going blind, history, this,
things like this, my father, fathers.
Showing posts with label fuck you will eno. Show all posts
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Friday, April 5, 2013
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