Towering behind him, one of nine corrupt Buddhas—obese and senile, his brain rotted like a tooth by the sweet, unending bliss of false enlightenment, the Buddha masturbates like a monkey in a cage.
Lacerating voices of the scalpel choir. Worm-eaten leatherbound Bible spirits. Maimed women in white Marilyn Monroe dresses, with false eyelashes stitched along bare, bleeding forearms.