March 2011
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“I don’t like the country. Creeps me out. In the country, dead bodies live in swamps, and ditches, and shallow graves. A man dumps the body of a girl in a ditch. The body rots; Melts into slime. Flowers pop up where the body lies, seeds fly out of the flowers, and a bee sucks the flowers and makes honey. And then the family of the girl buys the honey from the store. And the family eats...
Touch
My hands
Open the curtains of your being
Clothe you in further nudity
Uncover the bodies of your body
My hands
Invent another body for your body
-Octavio Paz (1914- )
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the moon asked the crow - cocorosie
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