And the Perfect Woman undressed for me in lustless beauty. I gazed upon her naked form so balanced and pure. But when I turned out the light, as she lay naked on the bed, I saw her glowing skin cancer. Millions of tiny lights glowed in colonies of cancer on her flesh, fanning out thinly from her most diseased regions, which were bright with the thick phosphorescence. She lit a cigarette and said: "Does it shock you, seeing yourself on my flesh?"

The Savage Cult sees stone

becoming flesh; sand

becoming flesh; air

becoming flesh; water

becoming flesh, and flesh becoming wires, metal, electricity, data, data, data. The Savage Cult sees babies born with cameras for eyes. They spread their message of 3000 B.C., sacrifice their hogs, and emasculate themselves in an ecstatic fit. They know it doesn't matter if they bleed to death; they wish to kill their children's children.

Why are you watching that?

Don't you like scary movies?

Sometimes. But people getting tortured with hooks?

It's kind of thrilling.

Sick is what it is.

Yes. But somehow fascinating.