ffs all of us bastards of capital, yeh we deserve everything we get. ghosts or jack-knives or angels. whatever we call it. makes no difference. landlines and blowjobs and public urinals, night sweats and centuries, centuries. that's a laugh, say it. say guillotine, say razor say fuck it. our passports are all expired. we wait on the runway, we are saying nothing, say leprosy say burn it all down say bloodflash. say petroleuses. say jesus too, whatever,...