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[palopaloma]

Standing within a bureaucratic snake, slithering through locked doors, passed getthofabulous security guards with six-inch acrylics and raggedy-anne yarn for hair streaming down in frayed ribbons. I was marking up my copy of Howl, trying to prove it is actually a Buddhist Sutra and felt a little crazy.

All hail the Bodhisattva Who Broke Down Crying in White Gymnasiums Naked and Trembling Before the Machinery of Other Skeletons