GoliathIt's 3 AM and in the hallway, Goliath pats a kitten, crying 'sorry'Goliath
sobs into his beard and stinks of whiskey, piss, frankincense and demons.
I hear he gathers cats in cardboard boxes; feeds them milk and crumbs and cares for them, throws pebbles at the stray dogs barking in the night.
I have seen his hands; they are a carpenter's.
It must be hard for him: the way he loves those cats, the way his hands keeps breaking their backs.
Whale HunterI. A little boy once looked over a railing onto the back of an island that breathed like waterfalls. He almost dove over, dry arms seized by parents who had never wantedWhale Hunter
to touch skin as dark and clear as the unknown
waters seeping from ocean
to ocean.
II. You gaze over a river's railing, or into a grey pool of rain, even into the glass of water at your teeth as if searching for some great white whale, a beast that could still astound you, that would be worth losing yourself for
year by year, leg and
bone
It's here...
Joy
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Violence is the last refuge of the incompetents!
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And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it...
Now I have become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds!
BUAHAHAHAHAAAA!
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And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it...
Someone set us up the bomb!!!
Kä
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And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it...
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And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it...
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