know thyself

hommage à gauvreau et butor? who knows...

in the middle of an epormyable month when global warming was supposed
to show its butt but rather gloved like subantarctic leopards LeRoy
waddled outside Breston's new cathedral imagining hip-hop beats while
begging for human heat and manners minus 14 degrees under a violet

he preferred the coldness of custody to delicatessens opened 24/7 even
if the temple where the wildcat murders preoccupied him almost as much
as the voyeur shattered under the rumbles of a butt.

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