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99 years ago in Guatemala.

“Listen, you money-plated bastards. When I shout love, I mean your destruction.”
- Milton Acorn via @jacobwren.bsky.social

Shell.

"i too do not like a party too childreny

I too do not like a party

Too childreny

Because then I think

How many will my witch eat

And will she be too bloated

When the sponge of passion

Fruit and lemon cream

Is hoisted up the altar

With its crown of fire

Obviously there are more seriousy problems

When a party is childreny

The drinking songs are all fucking wrong

The slippers shrink and my foot

Must be crammed like walnut meat

The virgin sacrifice is poorly received

My witch eats her weight in feelings

I drown my sandwich in donkeys blood

All that rich food

None of my bottoms fit right

I must walk about nakedly twelve days

The children laugh and rub a butter on me

They believe a body like me

Will not happen to them

O but they have tasted the cursed food

The costco sheetcake

Fit for a mormon family reunion

The costco chickenbake

With the blood of a caesar dressing

We jump into the air in unison

When we land the earth ruptures darkly

The blind honey of a melon"

—Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi in Electric Literature

"The memory of violence pollutes the city’s air like plumes of stale tobacco, ebbing and flowing with the zephyrs off the Bosphorus."