Her interview makes more sense when you stop reading it and “read” it instead, like with your gut. Instead of watching her stare blankly at an interviewer while making little to no sense (scientists refer to this phenomenon as the “I can’t believe you called on me, i will just keep talking until class is over syndrome, or ICBYCOMIWJKTUCIS, or brainjunctivitus) picture her as a revolutionary street poet, stumbling onto a smoky stage, as if by accident, and launching unbidden into this directionless (or is it) screed.

Bin Laden
is
  is
      hiding out right now
and...
   and
      is still such a leader of this terrorist movement.
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Colour and splendour, disease and decaying,
The Missing Chums
Tall towers and pyramids ivy’d and crumbling,

wholly to be a fool
The Mark on the Door
And death i think is no parenthesis

While the Clocks Ticked
laugh, leaning back in my arms
Secret of the Old Mill