Material gain is sedition unrecognized. A comfortable
lifestyle looks openly out of the picture. My victims are
knotted into dreams distanced from suspicion. The
opposition between form and function is ideological calm.
Arsenic erupts into other senses at the limit of theater. I
began by taking everyone that was doubtful, and burying
them in the backyard. Kill for insurance. Kill for social
security, the edges of the village often under attack. A
surplus of inactivity is guarded and linked to the prisoner.
The body and its losing origins are reconciled to chance. As a
result concepts and experiences are syllables in dreams. The
eroticism in grave-digging is in the shovel.
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