Body 13

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汽

灭

灰

猎

痕

纯

罚

羞

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#269: Moon Poison Burns In Our Veins Like An Incurable Disease

#270: Every Frightful Convulsion Had Become No More Than A Ripple

#271: The Flies Would Drink His Blood As Though It Were Red Honey

#272: From Those Distant Abstract Spaces He Seemed To Be Looking Impersonally Down Upon His Own Body

#273: Derision! There Was Still The Plunge Into The Well

#274: Great Opportunities For Progression After Leaving The Flesh

#275: It Seemed Like The Sun Never Shone On The Firing Range

#276: Laughing Out Loud At Roadrunner Cartoons And Complaining About French-Canadian Drivers

#277: Tiny Corkscrew-Shaped Things Wiggling Around In Slimy Pools And Wondering Whether Evolution Was Worth All The Bother Of Growing Fins And Legs And Things

#278: Four Columns Of Filth And A Hurricane Of Black Pigeons That Putter In The Putrid Waters

#279: Licorice Tobacco And A Seductive Fae With An Agenda

#280: Race Downtown With Soap And Paint Thinner Instead Of Freeing The Eagle

#281: The Martial Arts Champion Probably Would Have Gotten Drunk And Jump-Kicked A Deer

#282: Laughing And Dancing In The Sunlight As Though There Was No Such Thing In Nature As The Night

#283: Colored Intestines Leaking Out Onto The Porcelain

#284: All About Them Was The Unmistakable Smell Of Sunbaked Prawns

#285: With The Finality Of Rolling A Rock Over The Mouth Of A Tomb

#286: That No Human Word Would Ever Reach Me

#287: He Wore Beautiful Suits And Did Not Yell At Waiters

#288: The First Of The Monsoon Winds Caught The Crow Gorging On Mustard Flowers In A Sea Of Exploding Yellows

#289: And Despite Their Exalted Name Showed No Interest In The Abundant Vegetation

#290: But The Curse That He Carried Was Saving Him For A Purpose

#291: Picking At A Clay Pot Full Of Rice Pudding That The Soldiers Left Outside

#292: And The Sunrise Brought With It The Wonderful Smell Of Rotting Mangoes

#293: Turn The VX Gas In The Air Freshener Tube Back Into Lavender Vapours

#294: Flawed Conceptions Of Absolute Space And Absolute Time

#295: As Barbed Wire In A Wasteland Landscape Attains A Loving Human Form

#296: Blank Moments Torn From His Life And His Consciousness

#297: Yet Even That Enemy Of God And Man Had Friends And Associates In His Desolation

#298: The Astral Body Evaporates Like A Pure Incense

#299: We Said Thousands Of Things Meaningless And Incoherent

#300: On The Stair Leading Up Into The Disinfectant-Smelling Twilight

#025: The Comedy Of Repetition

#088: I'm A Loser Baby (So Why Don't You Kill Me?)