Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Zurm's Toothache























"I REVOLVE. SPINNING FOREVER. CENTRIFUGAL PRISON. THERE IS NEVER ANY REST.
Flesh! The slow vibration of skin! Meat sacks Filled [ like a glass from a decanter].  What a[cosmic tragedy] my magnificent shape wears. A lower life form.  All nerve endings and spine. A mindless mollusk,  an insect, [biochemical incentive]. Empty houses for [the invited] to occupy. Flesh! The perfect disguise."

2 comments:

hplovescats said...

What's this from?

Panic Attack said...

the one with the guy doing cocaine in the shower.