thee purpose of our resistance::
a vehicle for fish, swimming in the pond of your soul;
bloody faces, swept with the brooms of God, shaven;
concentric patterns that disrupt traffic on a busy sunday;
musikal awareness that leaves a salty taste in every orifice. We support all hidden messages. We entail no
acts of self-performance: narcissism.
We recognise the always already presence
of absence at the site of origin.
We gesture towards the Unspeakable and
deconstruct the Impossible.
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