Friday, 12 December 2008

Meat

Come one, come all, to this pathetic orgy of self-loathing, narcissism and bad taste.

Useless meat. Flesh, hanging in strips, obscures what used to be. Lazy and foetid: you used to give so much pleasure! Cold and dirty, the feeling is all wrong.

Tactile sense- ignorance in full. Lumpy, hard to the touch, this great heart bursts.

All over your face.

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