My Factless Autobiography

I arise around survival of the event as worse than the event The whole place surrounds the smell I take one step toward and ten paces back breathless with the mirrors with the fees and meters Feces I fax my demon family weeping on the bridge again My condition was induced as follows Releasing actual sales numbers, trying to mount the policeman or his horse tonguing captains manually strong simultaneous tendencies to approach and avoid appearance and avoidance Men come to my cherry doors to carry on about finance and cricket coaxing a cavernous oath wrestling natives into nestling My part is basically to hatch with regard for human dignity and life In my best foreign automobile stunting the stupor fronting us In order to love my country better I offer monthly meter readings I am filled with rhythm, passion and speed protruding in public popping my collar into a wreck My father sits me down Son, he says, don't let them enter your mouth I wrote a narrative about our collective pain and went shopping