"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:
What's this from?
the one with the guy doing cocaine in the shower.
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