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There are so many wood beetles that rattle in my bones. Insanity wanes and I want for political fist fights and riots over diets. For bra-less women feminists and brother who know how to dance. I want rain forests and the movement of the leaf-cutter ants. I drink, like a vampire for blood, the words Taren Moroun writes. I lap, like a dog, photographs of dense jungles or macaws in trees beds. A contradiction life, a juxtaposition. for I am surrounded by unbelieving activists and inactive believers. Some people just end up trying to save individual souls from their sins and other end up trying to save the world from the ‘system.’ Give me a hair tie and a pin and let me stitch them together with glue. We need both of you.










