Primordial: An Abstraction

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I love my wife and kids.

I really do.

These people, technically speaking, are all that matter.

My fixations, my traumas, my anxieties, my badnesses, my fetishes, my appetites, my significations, my out-of-the-corner-of-the-mouthisms, my deployments, my aggressions, my capers, my idolatries, my indictments, my litigations, my verdicts, my peripeteias, my mournings, my emissions, my gesticulations, my dominations, my litterbuggings, my panderings, my scourgings, my reapings, my hate-mongerings, my bench-pressings and my binge-drinkings — all of these things, individually and collectively, are neither here nor there.