Aborted from the heart of my ex-lovers,* I wander the moral wilderness of contemporary America in search for my present. There I return to my animals, having miscarried the heavy weight of my humanity for too long. This page is a testimony to  the tears, blood, and excrement discharged during the recuperation of my functional madness.


* (academia, teaching, and a young woman who I’ve childishly named Baldo)

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