We have moved beyond genocide, to environmental suicide — women, children, butterflies. Thus we kill ourselves and think it wise.
Look at me, Ma, my desk is made of gold; my toilet’s like a whale’s mouth. Yes; and thy heart is black, and thou art not my son.
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[ 2009 ]
Categories: Annotations and Elucidations
Tags: Butterflies, Children, Environment, Genocide, Gold, Suicide, Whales, Women
William Michaelian 