They were in the breeding building and it was hot and smelly. Carter was making his rounds and looking over his shoulder at Danny periodically.
The day had gotten off on the wrong foot. Danny was crashing on Carter’s couch at the moment as he had been doing for the past 6 weeks since Cecily had tossed him out. One day Carter had brought home the news that the farm was hiring.
I have no patience. The plans will occur in accordance with their own propensities, in stochastic biological currents, unencumbered by the funders and clickbait artists who will attempt to narrativize them by way of reductions appropriate to their respective vocations and political affiliations. The plans exceed economies of prestige, frugality, and capital accumulation. The plans will make absolute waste of us. Will render us freer than dung.
This was ten or fifteen years ago, in another life. I was living in an American city that didn’t even need a name. They were all the same by then. I met Dennis that year, and I fucked him cause he had COVID. I was on parole and was looking to get to the edge of something. I like it there, on the edge, as close as you can get to death.
1. In July of 2020, Ben drove from Cincinnati, OH to Philadelphia, PA with a guitar and two pounds of goetta
2. Goetta is like liver mush
3. Ben moved to Philadelphia for reasons other than trading liver mush for goetta but it was one of the first things he did in Philadelphia, which is important to me
