Listening to: I Am Kloot - Proof
Currently: in a snit like it's going out of bleeping style
Fuck it. My mother is an unmitigated bitch. Mothers and motherlands. Teeming, brimming with bullshit. Crusted with time, age, history. And that rosy, preternatural, ever-bleeding projection of guilt. Guilt that binds. Binds and mutates and bristles and destroys.
06 November 2004
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