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Unvarnished Language, Unvarnished Truth

Monday, March 23, 2009



Want me to squeeze
the blood out?
Or maybe I could stop
the bleeding?
Cauterize it with my
cigarette.

Kenzo Kitakata
The Cage
1983
(translated by Paul Warham)
Posted by David Rachels at 3:00 AM

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