Reveries of Longing: Reveries of Longing

If I were to Blow up the Embassy

71 ,I,ZHUHWR%ORZXSWKH(PEDVV\ if i were to blow up the embassy it would be calculated pink skin bare bone specific explosive sticks of dynamite stuck so far up my ass you’d call it integrated diplomacy if i were to blow up the embassy it would be calculated the aftermath featuring confused interviewees calling me the sweet organized intern who led workshops on cross cultural democracy my fragile existence expounded by a heart woven mother only a bomb’s distance away if i were to blow up the embassy it would be calculated 73 an ultrasonic boom and if i stood before the glory of god when the deed was done my charred feet would be the gnosis of an immaculate submission of will ...