MOHAWK
A home for the documentation of my art practice
Monday, February 16, 2009
Not here, not now
i can smell excess.
all that hormone reeks.
those men stink of of a hundred rotting boys.
all those
hearts
consumed,
all that power concentrated into a few small raging carcases.
small conquered animals who will never remember
another thing.
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