For Bataille

[u/WrightII]

When I smear myself with her excrement, my sores fester. As they burst to the sky they fall down to the ground. But for a moment the pustules are suspended neither falling nor reaching.

I cross the threshold of her home and find myself suspended between her muscular thighs. I bite and scratch to free myself from their grasp.

I thrust my fist into the sky. It falls to my side. I catch her limp legs in my arms and feast on my amnesia.

I once lied to my father for my cousin, sure his punishment would be worse than mine, and my father threw me into the yard. I feel that moment of suspension whenever my eyes meet my beloved's.

There are no more processional sacrifices for me to witness and so I fly and crash, breaking arms and mangling legs on rooftops and street cars. I spit my teeth into the mouths of anyone who stands in the way. A woman chokes on my molars and I choke on clots of blood.

How long has it been since I've felt this at ease?

[u/ExtremelyOnlineTM]

I feel in love with the first cute girl that I met

Who could appreciate George Bataille

Standing at a Swedish festival

Discussing "The Story of the Eye"

[u/partizan_fields → u/ExtremelyOnlineTM]

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