You let many people touch your body and you call it
empowerment; you succumb to your habitual disinclinations of spiritual exertion;
you wave a banner high as if the victor or some glorious and ecstatic battle –
but it is colored with the sludge of cultural excrement... you say, as if on
the corner of some dirty street: come now with me, come now and consume me,
fuck me, feed me; laugh and shiver with me until I die... food, sex, sleep,
death – is this the dream of the modern man?
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