ANTIGONE CHAINSAW MASSACRE FRAGMENT

Cocteau said he wanted to translate Antigone as one photographs Greece from an airplane, but I want to translate her as one shoots a Kathy Acker chainsaw massacre. It would go something like this:

I’ve known you for years. Everyone says you were beautiful when you were young, but I want to tell you I think you’re more beautiful now than then.

It would go something like this:

Vous me dégoûtez tous avec votre bonheur ! Avec votre vie qu’il faut aimer coûte que coûte.

You all of us let all of us down rn. With your human injustices that will have cost more than the price of the world.

It would go like this:

2300 2300 2300 2300 2300 2300 2300.

It would confess:

dear to life, whose cost costs more than the love of the world, etcetera

It would splutter:

The all all-disgusts me, with your disgust-cost that takes all’s toll too dear for life. (That’s why Antigone says no.)

And:

by cost of cost is hook or crook of price of life smd rn 2300 chopped

And:

In the end, Orestes was forgiven. That’s why I pulled the trigger.

The all all-disgusts me, with your disgust-cost that takes all’s toll too dear for life. That is Antigone’s All.

Virgin TikTok suicide merchant when life without love is life without life for wishing to love love.

Very early in my life it was too late. Life is only on earth, and not for long; not to be loved at all costs. I am here for something else. To tell you, to tell you no.

‘You all of you let all of us down.

You all let all of us down.’

—I don’t remember John Cena making a hostage video about how Mt Everest is not in China, this low IQ zombie wearing a Mark Fisher tee, and everything everything everything.

Secret in east Timor, Mt Everest is not Chinese.

It would go something like this:

Nobody has read, nobody can read, everyone is immune to belief and disbelief, that we took the wrong drugs, that we overdosed for a decade, that even this right here we failed to read.

It would say:

I have reached a conclusion which is the pure and simple resolution to stop writing and to leave the internet forever so as to immerse myself in the secret and great mind of bliss seeing emptiness.  

It would say:

Why would I spend another summer on the internet when I want to die to the internet forever microfreebasing ivermectin while studying superhabitable planets and listening to axxturel’s new tape during the may 2021 super flower blood moon vibe shift.

And:

‘don’t sign for interscope slurr and axx. just this once, keep it skreet for all time. shoot niggas forever. do fentanyl, steal maseratis. be biblical. be 13th century. im dying out here too.’

And:

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