I
lay on a life raft in a mouse maze, homes are gravestones in a suburban
cemetery, where trees are granted a one inch square living space, we
shave the world like we shave our face, kill the deer, kill the bird,
kill the fly, dominate and create new nature, murder the indigenous
nature just as we murdered the indigenous people. Cement band-aids
cover a planet riddled with sadomasochistic wounds. The sun is a pill,
the moon a skull's cold eyesocket. I am wild life, I am nature, I am
earth. What did you come with and what did they give you? Better
question, what do you accept?
