Oceans of words are weaponized against sometimes invisible enemies. You know the conversations that go on in your head with this or that hardened criminal guilty of no ore than the drumbeat of human difference--which is btw truly a misdemeanor. The contrived enemies are shell companies. You don't even qualify as an account receivable. Then there are the agitators with their bullhorns. The tides of language are monetized by acts that will have to be paid for--in full. Water over the dam is the only way to treat fhe extensions of desire or denial that soon find their way into the immortality of oblivion.
read "Frankel" by Francis Levy, Vol 1 Brooklyn
and listen to "Boogaloo Down Broadway" by Fantastic Johnny C
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