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My flavor is the stuff of locusts. Hot chili firebrand spitting volcanoteeth. Bleeding skies, sulpher mines... The foul breath of Satan's favoritegutter worm. You feel me when I'm close - an ice wind of steel stilettoshammered in your spine. Quicksilver nausea spinning, spewing forth andeverything's a mess. every posession you ever had - wrecked - lying at yourfeet. Telegrams that tell you God is dead piled high on the TV. Theincessant TV. Burbling. Distorted. A cheesecake nun advertising 20 brandsof sea cow lemon shit in 60 different languages. A gargoyle handjives forthe hard of hearing. Subliminals. Criminals. Phoney buisinessmen in thickrimmed glasses. Bad comedians. Laughing bags aping the Hallelujah chorus -the forgotton version - out of key (slightly). Just enough to annoy you.
My flavor is cheap perfume on rotting Man-
Ray maggots! Dead maggots. Myflavor's a wound re-opening by surprise, green fishes eyes flowing out.
Wriggling things. Gelatinous. Still alive and screaming - out of key(slightly). Just enough to annoy you. My flavor's a plunging elevator amillisecond before it hits the cellar. A cellar with mutated rats. Old -very old - lost teeth. Abortions. Garbage. So pungent it hums - out ofkey (slightly). Just enough to annoy you. My flavor's your flavor. Deepwithin you. Hidden. Waiting to get out...
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