03/07/07
I build a mental cunt to live in. Did I mention that I have no teeth? I crawl back and keep them and place them like jewels around the entrance. Errata dentata. My home, the cunt, the imaginatriarch, the dead, the worshipped. The trap. I curl up and writhe. I dehydrate into a worm, multiply by violence, and infest. I am no longer safe from myself; I still think teeth.
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Now I'm God. This isn't a delusion. When I speak I breathe the WORLD into being. When I die, the universe dies with me. I must speak and breathe with care. Learn to listen.
When I speak (create, extrude) I am God. When I listen (learn, allow intrusion) I am transcendent and breathe billowing reflections of a world that needs no me. This is progress, but it's all empty now. Learn to listen. The reptiles all climb a hill and worship me like the warm sun. They are silent and so I listen to what they imply. There's been a murder here tonight. I kill and make myself by thinking. Man, there's nothing to listen to.
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When I speak (create, extrude) I am God. When I listen (learn, allow intrusion) I am transcendent and breathe billowing reflections of a world that needs no me. This is progress, but it's all empty now. Learn to listen. The reptiles all climb a hill and worship me like the warm sun. They are silent and so I listen to what they imply. There's been a murder here tonight. I kill and make myself by thinking. Man, there's nothing to listen to.
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