April 6, 2006
The incompleteness of impotency. Fullfillingless' last desire, replaced by visions of Luis Bunuel. But me, here today, am sick, still, head of clay. The bacteria! For a moment today the urge was upon me but I couldn't burn it off. Nothing would suffice until the urge was fulfilled, completed. Murder, rape, incest, bacteria in the brain. Dogs that bark. Computers that hum. Bodies that bruise. The ring of posion. Complete the circle by infusing the deadly bacteria in someone else. Where's the moral fulcrum for that, how does one not respond as the animal kingdom does, as savages we are.