Day 1

The underground Eros, the indie love, the 3rd, 4th, and nth dimensions are diminishing. Love is never in the air, its in the body, among the organs, between the sheets, in front of a laptop monitor, in the hushed moan’s of a neighbor’s wife, in the dangling thong of the neighborhood’s slut, in the pica-boo fashion of Paris, consummated among the trash in an abandoned dumpsite, where blood, trash and other bodily fluid mix together to nurture this cancerous land.


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