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disemboweled fetuses, wake up and smell the slaughter. a poetry of owls with soft wings and quiet death; intangibilities abound, inexplicable. and in the darkness of the grating tree trunks, there is someone behind you. every man owes a death, birth is only the beginning of the end. an eye for an eye socket, a brain for a headcase. timpani, prehistoric surgery. the dark mat of hair, and a solar eclipse of bone around the hole. the shaman shakes his bones, his eyes twinkling behind his baboon-face mask. an ember sears the patient's tongue, a tsunami of red needles drives the demon away, and all is well.
disemboweled fetuses, wake up and smell the slaughter. a poetry of owls with soft wings and quiet death; intangibilities abound, inexplicable. and in the darkness of the grating tree trunks, there is someone behind you. every man owes a death, birth is only the beginning of the end. an eye for an eye socket, a brain for a headcase. timpani, prehistoric surgery. the dark mat of hair, and a solar eclipse of bone around the hole. the shaman shakes his bones, his eyes twinkling behind his baboon-face mask. an ember sears the patient's tongue, a tsunami of red needles drives the demon away, and all is well.