Charlottesville Curriculum

I am afraid of your transcendental death. When people say think of a man. I think of a brown man. Sometimes the earth grows khella because she can feel our suffering. Yooooooing beneath Costco tikis. When people say think of a man. I think of a white man. I am meant to hold you in your oblique pain, your map-driven pain. Yooooooing beneath Costco tikis. I was drunk holding my teeth in like students. I am meant to hold you in your oblique pain, your map-driven pain. You die like an actor. I was drunk holding my teeth in like students. My body was a brown dog I shoved back into the water. You die like an actor. I beseeched but couldn’t stay out of the first person. My body was a brown dog I shoved back into the water. Hold me, hold me, hold me, holdmeholdmeholdme. I beseeched but couldn’t stay out of the first person. Where does it hurt, we say. Hold me, hold me, hold me, holdmeholdmeholdme. I am afraid of your transcendental death.