Tow truck, pull me through Manhattan
Waved like a king
Woe to whoever not clappin’
Rats scatter in a predictable pattern
The pimp nails like talons
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The corpse, seen without God and outside of science, is the utmost of abjection. It is death infecting life. Abject. It is something rejected from which one does not part, from which one does not protect oneself as from an object. Imaginary uncanniness and real threat, it beckons to us and ends up engulfing us.
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Julia Kristeva | Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection