Tekster: Thought Industry. Gelatin.

Drip strawberry juice. Open shutters. Death birds.
Elated. Elected. Universe. Sedative vein. Whole grain
layered. Brightest sunshine. Brightest day. Spills the
kitten's milk. Cuts my hands. I place the knife to the
ham of her face. Her face.

Say you have to die and I'll keep cutting. Say you
have to die and I'll keep cutting you. It's a magic world.
Swim erratic in the water. Thick as gelatin. No skin.
No skin.

Mick my friend. Some day our understanding will
be described as lovers swapping lies. As how man and
dog relate. I'm under the table. Drop the plate.

Butterfly. Maggot.