Friday, September 03, 2004
Inside the Falwell Cyborg...
I can see him. It’s Bill. Why can’t I move? He just pulled open one of my eyelids and I can’t move. But I can hear the hum of the machinery. It’s almost as if, as if, I were wearing the skin of another person, but not a normal person, no, more like a deity, part of a trinity--
Shit. That’s it. I am inside the Falwell cyborg, who’s wearing a Jesus suit.
Why can’t I move? Why can’t I speak? Could it be that counterfeit monotheism I had for lunch? Fucking Pharaoh and his recipes. C’mon, Bill. You can see through this. Think back to the Academy.