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Unnatural History

Homage to Sewage

From Pasolini's Salò o le 120 giornate di Sodoma:
Mangia, mangia!

Penetralia II

- Hello?
- I'm in the ??? now.
- Five, four, three, two, one.

Follow the black valley, trail of death.

- Just look at it this way.

Into the beautiful sunshine.

- ???... I mean, in five years, who cares?
- We've made our money.
- No: what are the satellites for?

Learn to kill, kill from the inside.

- No, you're breaking up, you're breaking up totally.
- I know there's somebody else on the line; you gotta hold your own down.

Penetralia, mercenary paraphernalia.

- Sex, sex scenes, funeral, funeral music.
- Gay bar.

Submissive dominance. With us, are you with us? Within us.

- Caught, caught between two cars about to crash.
- Yeah, okay.

In the future you'll learn that survival depends on how much or how little you leave to chance.

- What are you wearing under that?
- ???
- Something, something, something's coming out of the blue: looks like that kind of sex scenes.

Fuck the car.

Monster car, monster entrails.
Pictures ??? er, together with women struggling to enter the recesses of my own body.

- I, I just think classical, classical horrors. It's going to take boundless bloody hours.

Words and pictures.

- Split second face.
- Do you hear me?

There's some heavy dark blood on the doctor's hands, and that sledgehammer crashes with the killer-boy kisses.

- Kiss, kiss that kills.
- I can see something of the car in front.
- Check it out. In five minutes, okay. Killer-boy kisses.
- There's just no way ...???

The diminishing returns, the diminishing returns of a ??? dream of a horse's head.
And a rope of blood cuts them seven times for talking such crap.

- Unclean flickers.
- Have you got the pictures?
- Hello, er, uh.
- ??? very well done flavour.
- Can you bid us up, man?
- I, I keep moving and now I, I can't stop ...???
- Could you repeat that please? I couldn't quite understand what you were saying then.
- But I'm caught. I mean, caught between two cars.
- Five minutes.
- Call me. Over.

Sicktone

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S is for Sleep

S is for silence
S is for sleep
Fears soaked in secrets
Dreams that we keep
Lost between were and shall be

Here are we both, cruel and in ruins
Walking into the centre of a circle of animals

Exhaustion is the signal
To start the slide of secrets
Dead letters fall from our shedding skins
Planting history in expanses of mud
Here is completion
Here is compulsion
Here is another rosebud
To darken the blood