Intestines twisted into a bow
Skeleton, no skin, all bone
Chased into a grave
By someone "brave"

Head cut off, and hung at the hips
Mouth sewn shut, wires in the lips
Promised a voice
In a place of just "noise"

Ears forced down into the pharnyx
Tongue cut off, and swallowed
Chained to the dark
Left with a "spark"

Wasabi poured into each eye
Needles poked into the iris, to dry
Breathing fractured breaths
In the times of "stress"

Fingers shredded in blenders
Toes were sold by the vendors
Broke the rules
To be reduced to mere "molecules"

Heart frozen in ice
Lungs cracked in slices with a knife
Crawling towards a light
Dipped in "fright"

Genitalia, mutilated
Thighs and chest burned til it was disseminated  
Walking into the darkness
Trying to reach the "conconscious"

Frigida glacies

it must be one one of my favourite quotes,
given the thickness of the novel,
thick as a hefty loaf of bread...

      to angels - the vision of god's throne;
    to insects - sensual lust.

and some for others: the liking toward music
playing is much more than
toward a woman moaning, subsequently snoring...

in a tight-fit straitjacket,
a women loses all the time when compared
to music:

       musica omni vincit consortium
                          sine opus femina enim

music wins all consort without a need for a woman

a                                                             "...
stressors galore...
                   when roger became the rabbit,
and the rest was the warner & co.
                  humming party imitating
atillas' yawn...
                               and the lost genghis
trip into movie...
              
    mort apparens in rufus; rufus vividae;
agricola in cataracta;

death apparent in red, the vivid red;
closure in a waterfall.

                porcus latine auxilium.