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| January 2001 / Volume Two / Issue One | ||||||||||
| Caroline Gupton | ||||||||||
| UNTITLED I want you to talk to me. I want you to talk to me as if what I think doesn't matter to you; I want to hear what you really have to say. No patronizing, no political correctness, no saccharine to mask the bitterness. Don't insult me by assuming a weak, conditioned mind lies beneath my skull. Pummel my brain with raw, unprocessed thoughts. Crash into my consciousness and open fire. Assault my mind, ambush my values, violate the very foundation of my ethics– and I shall retaliate. In this, most terrible and intimate battle, if we are worthy opponents, if we are honorable in our brutality, blood well spent, then we may pass together into that elusive plane where fugitives from a smothering society hack off the shackles of social mores and religious restraints– and relate. |
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