Heroes of war. Heroes of peace. Heroes with their song pressed in vinyl. Card-playing heroes and outlaw heroes. Evil heroes and saints. Heroes with halitosis, worshiped from afar. Football heroes and tennis heroes, sumo wrestlers fondling groupies. Land of the rising sun, setting again on heroes. Anti-heroes, where gravity brings the whole thing crashing down. Reptilian heroes, the king snake, slithering through the tall grass.

The last of the long-distance heroes, all legs and lungs.


An explosion of spider monkeys in the high branches, the Big Bang of consciousness. The son of Man descending from the heavens on a freight elevator, straight into the basement of the orphanage where the last living hero hangs himself with string theory.

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