nonchorus

that greek chorus gathers and as one voice the y ebnlighten you. they piss the truths away into your rears and with those grubby groping hands they tear waway at you and dig in their diryt fingernails under your clothes an d you'll haer the voice of ythe gods naked and unbound like the power oof a prayer. agamemnon didn't knoew any better and his ewiman gihis own woman founder her way between his ribs with a sword that was made, like mercury, to run and poison; was made like rthte words to b e poison and undone; apollo is drivibg her crazy