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As for me should they grab my leg

I vomit up a forest of lianas

Should they hang me by my fingernails

I piss a camel bearing a pope and vanish in a row of fig trees that quite neatly encircle the intruder and strangle him in a beautiful tropical balancing act

The weakness of many men is that they do not know how to become either a stone or a tree

As for me I sometimes fit sulfurous wicks between my boa fingers for the sole pleasure of bursting into a flame of new poinsettia leaves all evening long

reds and greens trembling in the wind

like our dawn in my throat