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Stifle your stomach. Unswallow the thigh; grind chicks to bloody mist. White men in suits hung out to dry: unclothed all this meat’s the same mess. Unfill the vein, empty the conscience. Blank it. Blanche the brain. In this diet skinless breasts are but vital. Who washes away the blood does not matter. The product
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Prompt for Day 24:
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Can we exist within and without each other? Is that what you seek to test? No, I am not dodging the question. I’m just skipping it for now – an exam technique. Solve what you can, come back later. No, that’s no metaphor for us. No, you won’t get points for fancy language. Frame it
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Love is that brute that killed Caesar, that unfaithful disciple, that Buddhist, Shi Ming Yi, caught for conspiracy: a liar, a cheat – human. (cont.) It is the counting of flower-petals, the Tinder chats, the Grindr photos: words spoken from one spouse to another and another other. Love: it is the sore lack of space
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“It’s a saying they have, that a man has a false heart in his mouth for the world to see, another in his breast to show to his special friends and his family, and the real one, the true one, the secret one, which is never known to anyone except to himself alone, hidden only
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i. hors d’oeuvres le rien Nothing, naught, nil, zilch – we stopped believing in waste. Instead we light a candle and fill the table with light. ii. entrée orgie de légumes achetés en magasin Vegetarian thing on vegetarian thing on vegetarian thing. Served with a side of rice and a garnish of ash. iii. dessert
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Months – many I have, remaining. They trickle through my fingers as shards, not sand. It fades: it commits itself to memories, it lingers. Surprise – the Singaporean man who, like the haze, comes again uninvited. He wades: against the current, grains in his pocket. Newsflash – I’m reaching the point where another fall is
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Dip your toes before you dive into the water. Yes, this world will burn you. It will set you alight with desire and boil your blood. Feel the heat run through your veins. It only ever rises, higher, and higher. Can you feel it? That frantic drumbeat, the code of a man set aflame, each
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warm with sweat and short of breath, I watch the clouds spread out, to blanket the sky. down in the valley, headlights beckon to me, like ships on the horizon, far on the sea. and so, here, on my lonely rock, I sit, the earth a mirror of the stars. each light in the distance:
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