LPiA-23 Nov. 28

[Pike]

A Poison
 

      Here grows the cure of all, this fruit divine,

      Fair to the eye, inviting to the taste,

      Of virtue to make wise. What hinders, then,

     To reach, and feed at once both body and mind?*

 
 
—Oi, look at this, I cut myself.
 
                           My Queen, 
                my universe,
poke those holes in upside down—it works, my chemist said.
                                            
                                          And then, let’s watch Cocktail, eat boiled mussels, and fuck
             till we’re not fit for purpose—let's give movies stars!
 
 
 
 
 
Every technique alleviates any relief
from what’s already always, forever,
                                                    and eternally,
                         a brief despair.




*from Paradise Lost