Jean Genet’s Taste in Men

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Some poets pipe of easy beauty -I sing of decay, of those who fight

Against life. Breathing but dying -To feel something, to be something

Anything else than they are. Engaged in a senseless argument against

Self and God. Worshipping at the church of the end of us all.

Failed experiments, machines that backfire – aren’t we all?

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