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The rhetoric of elites / sets off his built-in shit detector. He much prefers to eat / with hookers, drunks and tax collectors.
I have played Gandhi, King Tut, gangster, giant, elf, / but a lifetime of lifetimes destroyed my mental health: if you’re all things to all men, you’re no one to yourself.
Where the highway of man and the desert intersects there’s a dude on a cross with a crown of spinifex who’s dying in the stifling heat. A mulga lurks below his feet, then slides across the sand alone, condemned to rule a desert throne.
This is yer suit and yer tie. This is yer glimpse of the sky. This is yer walk in the rain. This is yer dash for the train. This is yer train to the city. This is yer town without pity.
To google yourself is the gravest of errors / Your screen is replaced by the mirror of terrors.
Italians are a people of integrity / who celebrate a celibate celebrity.