High

when you want to talk about the weather politics multiple orgasms the cost of human flesh call me I am the planet’s most informed citizen I know people, mister I have information I know the local butcher at times I feel his knife so close my blood burns like acid in the bowels running wild a lion out of its cage one ninety over seventy you’re doing well young lady your blood pressure is orgasmic don’t worry even paradise has side effects as a matter of fact the butcher is searching for a fresh heart red still throbbing (the more broken the better) the law of unruly hearts depended as you well know on the times we lived through naked like carcasses escaped from autopsy hello yes no... I am not the operator she could not return from one ninety over seventy dear listeners (with government-issued certificates clearly not breaking any laws) nothing is as high as it seems nor as satisfactory as the moaning nothing more painful than a blunt knife stubbornly seeking the wound (translation from Romanian by Adrian G Sahlean)