God spoke to me but it was like a little ameboid or perhaps a nematode and it said “I didn’t expect this to go so far. I was the most complex thing at the start.” and so I drowned it in s alt
Untitled (It's Our Pleasure to Disgust You), Barbara Kruger, 1989
photographic silk screen on vinyl
your kidnapper jerking themselves off with your bound hands
(steps on a pressure plate and spears shoot out and skewer my body and then retract, dragging my limp corpse up against the wall, but they can't retract all the way anymore)
