Polaroidlife #9: Frankly my dear

YOU ARE NOT PC SHE TELLS ME
I REPLIED THAT I AM JUST A VULGAR MAN
A MOZART WOULD-BE WITHOUT EBONY AND IVORY
AND I GOT SCARED THAT FACEBOOK
KEEPER OF THE HOLY VIRTUE WOULD EXPEL ME FROM
ITS PLAYGROUND OF FAKE LIFE. THAT LIFE
WOULD BECOME A SUGARCOATED REFLECTION OF WHAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE.
THAT RUBENS AND COURBET AND GOYA AND MAYBE EVEN
HOUELLEBECQ WOULD NO LONGER BE MENTIONED
AS LONG AS PEOPLE REMEMBER YOUR NAME YOU ARE NOT DEAD
(SIGN ON MY GRANDFATHER’S GRAVE) IT HELPED
BUT WHAT ABOUT THE BIG OBLIVION
THE BIG ERASER OF THE PAST WIPING OUT ALL THE MEMORIES
OF WHAT ONCE EXISTED? I WOULD STAND UP LOOK INTO THE EYES AND…
FRANKLY I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN
OR WITH THE WORDS OF THE HAPPY DIVORCEE J.A.
NOBODY’S MASTER NOBODY’S SLAVE

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