By far so far the farthest

thought reached in this chain of thoughts concerned the precipitous rise of the criminal in the daily order of things. In the city of Cavite, streetchildren, whose lives are everyday wasted by poverty and drugs, go missing in the night only to be found in the morning with their body parts missing. You will say

this pathology no longer surprises given how murder becomes easy with the surplus of bodies in dying third world economies.

Kill your ethics before ethics kills you, I hear you speak

not in figurative tones. And so the mind leaps into the dark

corners of the park, a wounded shadow of skin shivering while the innocent knife flashes, awaiting evolution, awaiting biologically determined perceptions, awaiting the arrival of morning bloodied by human social need.

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We have done what we wanted.// We have multiplied ourselves.

There is not enough room.// People must die faster to make room.