. . .  '  'Snared in a stateof oxyoblivion.Obsidian eyesblink in the dark.BLINK!Just knowing that myflesh should be tasted,just knowing I'm wasted,I probably should be pre-basted.BLINK!Just like a juicy ham on a spit, counter- clockwise I turn.I TURN. My flesh isabout to burn! BLINK!She's spun mein her web Momma,I won't be coming home.. . .  '  '