Chapter X(7)

Snippets of photos, body parts, ideas. Everywhere is taken up by a small snippet of something. Everythings reflection refuses to look back. Understood, he said one day that we wont ever go into the ages of the ageless. Tomorrow we bond. Tomorrow the two at the top will fall to their demise and weep the tears their matrons before them wept. Tomorrow the two lustful sirens will fall in omen to the schism of body and mind.

Where desire takes over and the mouth does not deny it.

The man brought out his piece. He started snipping. A little here, a little there. In time hed molded his dream. Hed sculpted his Galatea. Hed sculpted his perfect woman. This bloody stump is now his perfect creation. The man loves it as he loves himself.
The man took his tool to the shed where all the children go. The man has no love anymore. The children all come here to die.
This is the shed they are kept in until Father releases them. This is where there is pain, torture, and this is where there is love and lust for tomorrow.

My children, I love you.