May 2012
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“Sometimes after I have come or just before I fall asleep, my mind seems to go...”
– Leonard Cohen: Beautiful Losers
Why I Cannot Leave You
You bring home the food. I’m your hungry man, Captive damsel dragged by the hair from her favorite Streetlight to the trap of your tower, hollow icebox, No magnets with things-to-do. No rules. It wouldn’t Be fair—you bring home the food—you can’t read Or write. I pace, check the window for my hunter. You Bring home food and toss it onto the card table. My teeth barely miss my fingertips—I rip Into...
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“While on the toilet, one must remain silent. Talking, answering greetings or greeting others is strongly discouraged. When defecating together, two men cannot converse, nor look at each other’s genitals, and especially not handle each other’s genitals. A man should not touch his genitals with the right hand.”
[MORE: Islamic toilet etiquette]
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I’d sort of fallen in love with the warmth of it - the way it felt like crawling back into the womb. Heroin delivered. LSD does a bit, especially when all the things that are familiar to you peel away and you suddenly realize the fragility of how you normally see the world. Marijuana doesn’t really, although it’s a laugh for a while (I say that having smoked it constantly for a...
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April 2012
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