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Garmonic
Monday, 21 January 2008
I hate the capitalist system.
Shorthand for a thousand things: the internet, violence, phallogocentrism.
A more intricate shorthand, though, in the active totality of the utterance, hides its vulnerable heart: I love the world.
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