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My nationality is cruelty.

This is my conclusion of todays philosophical and political sermons in the shower, the mumbling to myself in the kitchen, the negotiation with pensive demons, the transistors of shapely bronze in the hollows behind irremovable tonsil-flowers under my neck as I shave and try to define it, this is the conclusion of years of identity, of eating the lack of identity or the perceived lack of it, the geneological research, the glorious baroque waste of time over years.

My only nationality is cruelty.

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