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depraved? i'm not sure what you mean.
one i couldn't quite get through, however, was something by the guy who wrote "trainspotting"--irvine welsh's filth.
it's the first-person story of a tapeworm.
yeesh.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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