The Current American Love Affair With The Cult of Victimization Is Part of A Childish Sentimental Narrative That Is Enveloping All of Us
The Current American Love Affair With The Cult of Victimization Is Part of A Childish Sentimental Narrative That Is Enveloping All of Us
I slept through everything in Paris.
I was a girl in summer looking for a light.
The Rain: I have always been here.
The Men: We can give you a light.
Boulevard Voltaire: Do not stop. Just keep walking.
I got undressed. I took my cock out.
Early in the mornings of June
no one would see you jump into the Seine.
Girls, haven’t we always been here.
Boys, it would be so sweet if you drown us today.
I filled my throat with cake.
There were, as ever, many of you
screaming on the internet.
I slept through it all. I didn’t care.
I was a girl.