Songs from the Side of Chaos E-Book

“Oh Glorious, Glorious, I am Food! I am the eater and the eaten!”, cries the monk with shaven head at the summit of Mount Sinai, or maybe Mount Everest, or maybe one of the Black Hills in North Dakota. Chomp, chomp, chomp, the universal mouth masticates and vomits in an obscene rhythm, like the ventricle of an astral heart.