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The internet is a petting zoo. I fed the cows and milked their udders until
I had no celery left. I was a tooth in the ground that took a hundred years to
hatch, leaning into the glo-light like a vitamin D deficient martian
and telling strangers that i really like peter Kropotkin. I was once a hill
before I grew a cavern in my stomach. I have always liked talking about
the desert as the biblical place of judgment, dreaming idle of Chris Kraus’s
“land of golden opportunity, freedom and the leisure to do—what?
become a serial killer, a Buddhist, swing,
write letters to you?”
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Oh! I said, I didn’t get it at first because I was Penelope at home cutting up
onions and sitting on the floor with them held up against my breast while you
were on the other side of the one-two-three great deserts and it was me who
did the leaving and yet I will forever feel that I am left and you and your scythe
will live under the hill adjacent to the south of market until the end of days.