Sunday morning
And on the seventh day she rested from her labours.
posted by St. Anthony at Monday, November 06, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
These Fragments I Have Shored Against My Ruins
dinner of dead languages come alive screaming
posted by St. Anthony at Monday, November 06, 2006
3 Comments:
Oh..this is really scary. What is it? It looks like an insectizoid frog. Very Cronenberg! Do you think you can plug him in? I hope so. I've got one of those hole things in my back. The onez they have in Existenz.
It is my Id ... or in a Jungian sense, my Anima .... I like to keep in touch with my feminine side.
Also my God-like delusions.
Body Cocktail/Mental array. And why not? Cronenberg's Pet Shop in a Heidegger-HideyHole, o.n.o. Why stop there? Hail the new flesh is fine if one is new and one is fleshy. But this life is often all bones, proto-chokey devices. Grab me 'round the chest, and I'll spit it out.
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