To the Zookeeper on the Hudson dedicated to the people that hacked my gmail accounts and deleted my blog
When I was ten a pedophile covered my naked body with leaves and spider webs, then left me for dead and oh, I was so sick.
Fifty years later your spidery jaws, and spineless back entered my bible and boarded my ark like a baboon courting the tree of knowledge with its bare ass clambering around
like a deformed c&#t* on the long coastal line of insincerity and oh, how you made me laugh. Knowing: is how to live standing in the nude on the porticos, the rotundas of my courtyard
watching you clean the manure on the Hudson, barren mother of an adopted albino blank face idiot, heavy old cow with the dull stars. The vowels of your last name fall
like an empty echo to the least of all my canyons.
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