i don't think that sort of thing is possible anymore

tell me anything the anxio-tectonic crush, the long dry about the details but if you – shout of blood-cum-steam up the gullet yeah – exactly what i meant to the breathless prophecy of america ■ listen – don't listen – 'til what's to come what's the first thing you say i mean it's clashes as cymbals and the simplest, all (filmic, sort of, not french are the one, the same prophetess as ever – when who wins still matters) focus the S – and the least visible world that it's brave, am i honoured? as it— no, not always is that – there (tremble at, to dare be worthy of, like the stream of it – filled with everything but it is an award, no césar, but) except whatever the hell you just said i guess i am, it is, as in ■ privileged to witness better put the question is whether it's is there a better word than bravery? so worth saying, like, trauma, stresses of (judith butler in verso said there wasn't but is it so special it's not part of nature? not that, have to explain) as to say, won't the night eat it whether just if now's, i feel sick or not for you, empathy it's confessed, but here you are assuming but sick, yes, sick, yes again emphy— we watched the same children's animes semic emphasis is not as you i meant i or rather we were stuck with the same mad notion care about each other and baby what matters is what's true and not it's midnight, so what – if we let it – can fade let me walk us home