LetterstoDavid: six months, cont cont

Magi Loucks ML-071

Laughter.

God my head hurts. So little sleep – so much thought – 

death of all

We’re all dying – slowly, viciously, ripped apart, with the minimal requirements for sustainment of existence

hussling, re-configuring, jerry-rigging parts to prolong it all.

Hatred? Not for God.

Minimal for those who could carry out such – no words here

Bafflement. Absence of understanding.

Vacuum.

1995-0912

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