Fuck

[it's important to say] "fuck" now and then, and say it loud too, relish

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its syllabic sweetness, its immigrant pride, a great American epic word really, starting at the lower lip, often the very front of the lower

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lip, before racing all the way to the back of the throat, where it finishes with a great blast, the concussive force of the K catching up

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then with the hush of the F already on its way, thus loading it with plenty of offense and edge and certainly ambiguity. FUCK. A great by-

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the-bootstrap prayer or curse if you prefer, depending on how you look at it, or use it, suited perfectly for hurling at the skies or at the world, or sometimes, if said just right, for uttering with enough love and fire, the woman beside you melts inside herself, immersed in all that word-heat.
-Johnny Truant

I'm back. La Calavera. . . left behind I don't know how thousands of miles above the earth. There to stay. Me, re-energized by the land of my ancestors. Grabbed the earth of that land where my soul came from, let it run through my fingers. Bathed in it's tropical rain storms, washing away the stresses of the life I left behind for two weeks. Though I begin to feel a bit of that darkness approaching and surrounding me from a distance. . .SHE. . . has given me newly found inner strength to resist it, fight it, and continue moving forward.

-Jose Antonio