the closet, and even that imaginary, now you're really in the
total animal soup of time through images juxtaposed, and trapped the
and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun to recreate the
syntax and measure of poor human and shaking with shame, with the
absolute heart of the poem of life butchered their skulls and ate up
their brains and imagination? Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness!
Ashcans and unob