- “When I dream I am all these Individuals", the skeleton says and continues: "All these figures, carved or formed out of pinkish tan flesh, the flesh of nature, transformed somewhat incongruously into fabric and organs (the fidelity of the planar relationships are less apparent here by the door). Following the untimely death of Inertial Man, bowl movements are slower, more potential, so to speak, and the potential here is an unfortunate absence of sensual contractions... Our faces are dead. Static. Everywhere you look you see dead, static faces, crystallized groves on plasteline bodies; not even the blood is real any more. The blood is artificial as the rest of body. But we love life not bodies, don't we? So what does a little silicon chips in the head matter? - There is no need for organic flesh any more!

Unix-polar helical patterns materializes excremental glares adrift as tectonic movements and curves the excrescent helix into the incinerating urns of the roseate naked suckling. Do you know its name?

The flatulent cupping-glass called elevated 'Molo' is engraved with images . . .

Notwithstanding the distinctions between them, you were made less animate and moved with the present flow into the future by sudden revolvlutions of everything. Switch names and extricate along rigid segmentary lines a distant reality that had already happened in a molecular manner if the door were opened. Hence the molecules of the mind loosens, and the appearance again of the skeleton and the Pink Flesh in the mind of Molo Peisithanatos,.Where the gradual synaptic striation gridding 'the fabrication of equivocation' on the tellurian level of intentionality increasingly entrenching into the smooth spaces of the civilized world is the dying corpse of 'the vertical machine', the curved striated chiasm, named in the beginning the Pink Flesh, modulates in the false super-imposition the continuing sustenance for the 'theatre of operations' with the becoming transformations of twelve octaves forming spiraling conflagrations out from homogeneous interference?

Worms eating their tails ..."