Ache

let's eat long pig and shuffle ecstasies among the shadows. horns of salt hasten from the mouth of the earth. your footsteps are stronger than my own two hands. & my neck is bread for your next wedding.

even caul babies can cry. live a fear for a minute for your odyssey's odd at sea. streaming. anarchism really crawled out of the asshole of fascism. images are hope in desperation. & existential nausea is the nature of this faith. but never trembling. because fear is a choice. & there is a sort of love that is built on fear. & this we fight. to the last tooth. till our breath extinguishes in our chest. till we've caulked the holes they've drilled into our wrists & the crosses they burn to signify their shame.

we are more than human. more than any image you can make. & even the gods of our primitive ancestors quake at our power.

so lets laugh & drink & fight. for the death suckers still own fortune. but now we own fate.