Hooks rend. New blasphemies configurate upon the inside of my eyelids; tales worked in blood and bone and flesh and semen, traced in spittle; a dash of bile here, a slice of kidney there.
Gather round damned children, and together we shall lament and celebrate the configuration that made us what we are, today and forever.
So: do you writhe and shiver in the pangs of darling agnonies undreamable, wriggling and gasping and giggling, anticipating the tumescent thrill of another's damnation?
( Then I'll begin... )
(Wordsworth, Neil Gaiman & Dave McKean.)