From: Chris Jones <ccjones-AT-turboweb.net.au>
Subject: Re: Jean Genet
Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2001 19:24:50 +1100


On Sunday 09 December 2001 20:46, you wrote:
> well I have been drunk for five days so I could not reply to this .


Listen, bro.
What did I tell you about the evils of drink!

For a quarter century now I tattoo the veins on my arms and the veins 
on my cock,  using a 1ml Terumo sucked up with speed and smack. My 
legs are no good, varicose, you see and I get abscesses in them. 
Speed balls with coke is good and I grow my own pot. Give up the 
evils of drink.

Yes, Paul, it is quite right, I am the faggot junkie little brother 
of one Son of Genet. We are not born of filial imagination but monist 
materialist viral contagion. I am not, however, half black, but of an 
inferior race, born of a negro on a drunken boat. Viral strands of 
RNA leeps over almost a century to unite in a twisted double helix 
with RNA strands from Saint Genet. Yes, I am the younger brother to 
son of Genet and son also of a pedophile, himself the teenage victim 
of a pedophile, one Arthur Rimaud. Je ne me sentis plus guide par les 
haleurs: such memories of bouncing on my other dear papa's lap. I 
read his Une Saison in Enfer, for his dirty smut. Je me suis allonge 
dans la bouse. When the men who are being punished see him marching 
in front of them, they slyly say of his round and not very mobile 
buttocks: "They gabble." He puts an arm around my chest, lifts his 
head and gently, deeply, places his mouth on mine. My two papa write 
smut. I am born of contagious pornography, a shitting pig.

What devil now tumbles in my swollen tummy?

many joyous times

Chris Jones