MANIFESTO OF
RECLINERISM

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BOYS SHOUT ON THE SMALL-TOWN STREET AT NIGHT AND CRAVE A TIME VERY CLOSE TO THE PRESENT. THE CLOSENESS OF DAMNING THEMSELVES TOGETHER SEEMS MORE REAL THAN THEIR OWN LIFE. THAT’S THE TROUBLE WITH THESE INTELLECTUAL GUYS, WITH HE WHO IMAGINES HIMSELF PURE IN HEART. THEY NEVER WANT TO DISCUSS ANYTHING SERIOUS UNLESS THEY CAN SHOW A RIB-CAGE TO THE RIB-WATCHERS. BUT NO ONE IS LISTENING, THERE IS NO FORGIVENESS. IT ALL [COMES] DOWN TO GRAY CLAY. YES, IT WAS GOOD INDEED TO MEET WITH SUCH FRIENDS, AT SUCH A TIME. WE CAN AGREE THE LAMP IN THE SPINE DOES NOT LIGHT ON BEEF AND PRUNES, BUT THIS IS NO AUTHORITY FOR THE ABUSE OF CHEESE, THE UNPOETIC AND EXPRESSIVE AND POINT-BLANK, ALL THE VERNACULAR’S GLARING LIMITATIONS AND ALL ITS DURABLE FORCE. WE DETEST MEN WHO DON’T KNOW HOW TO EAT. SIT DOWN AND LAY BACK. CALL A HELP LINE, TALK TO A COUNSELOR, EXPLAIN EVERYTHING THAT CHANGES AND IS THE SAME. WE COULD BE BETTER POETS JUST ON THE PHONE. GOOD MORNING, DADDY! WE’RE VERY LATE FOR AN APPOINTMENT, AND WE MIGHT NOT MAKE IT, HOPEFULLY. IT MIGHT BE BEST TO WALK SLOWER. IT MIGHT BE BEST TO HAVE PATIENCE, GOD ISN’T FINISHED YET. HALF-STUNNED AND ETERNALLY BRACED FOR THE DIGITAL WIND, HIS RELATION TO HIS FURNITURE IS AT ONCE ALIENATED AND ANACLITIC BUT WE DO WANT HIM TO CUM. WE ARE ROOTING EROTIC GARBAGE, WE ARE BUYING PANTS TIGHT ENOUGH SO EVERYONE WILL WANT TO GO TO BED WITH US. WHY [NOT] JOIN IN THE VULGAR LAUGHTER?