Music:crown me king- spike the rat! drain his blood!
fucking ship wreck, ice-berg disaster.
do you fucking feel it? there is another world than this; this world isn't even here at all, really. a world without the wriggle of light, the slither of thought (that great jabberwocky! oh these creeping thoughts that crawl along my spine, cruel travelers ascending & descending the jacob's ladder, the space elevator). don't you hear it, night-gaunt, scratching at the window pane? crushing your breast? the lonely fucking willow tree is an ancient fiend in disguise; the logo on that ups truck is some things name in an infernal language. & i know the syntax because i know this all because i'm who i am. i am what i am. a whole lot more than a blur of charcoal & you want to see coals & cinders? i'll burn this world down with the philosophik brimstone. YOU WERE BROUGHT HERE TO DEPLOY THE DEVICE. hair cuts & al pacino. opportunists, these thoughts! infect! like tadpoles. like shine, shock, frozen tuna flanks. the moon will impact soon. events have been set in motion. i'll be taken for granted; fill the bathtub with water & hold electrical appliances. i will return to you soon; i will return to you soon. i sit in my clothing, my sheep's clothing. i've been translated almost entirely. strangled, mangled, beaten, but still defiant. try the rack, try the thumb screws. try flaying me, surgeons! there is a mechanism concealed within me! i keep a black thing beating within my rib cage. but i'm no tramp! i have an important position.