Sunday, July 5, 2009

the thing

it might be hanging there. hairy. oozing. shrouded in darkness. swimming in vines and growth. the kernel. the seed. lying dormant, but not dead. never dead. it's prehistoric. it's science fiction. it's eternal. life feeding life. the bones the sinews the tissues. it's perverse. the relentlessness of it all. in the wake of civilization, even. in defiance of religion. the blood and guts take with them this knowledge despite the soul, which formerly laid claim to truth.

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