public disclosure

This space defines the boundaries of the sayable.
It’s not impossible to write: I hate you you cunts I
Hope you all die in a pottery kiln. Or: I love you your
Sweat smells of heaven. Or: my god what a mess I’ve
Made of my life. Or: sex is a laugh isn’t it? Or: sex is a
Nightmare isn’t it? Or: did you really shoot me in the
Foot or was that just my imagination? Or: the flowers
Are sooooo pretty in my mind. In fact you can say what
The fuck you want. That’s the beauty and the challenge.
To choose what you say. As well as what you don’t say.


09.06