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Monday, March 27, 2006

An excerpt from All About Scabs

I found this book disturbing.

That's right, if you have a scab touch it. What does it feel like? Hard, bumpy. Like scales on a lizard. Like the hard earth in a parched land. Like the skin of a t00-oft tanner. Like a heart locked away.

Smell it. What does it smell like? Nothing. Existential non-ness. Like a piece of dead skin. Death itself. Good like that. Like a mystical walnut.

Go ahead, eat it. What does it taste like? Like an over-cooked filet. Like beef jerky left out in the rain. Like a neglected kimono. Delicious perhaps. Strangely, even provocatively so. You shouldn't like it but you do.

This what is good about scabs - you can grow them yourself, as much as you want. To touch. To smell. To eat. Scabs.

Posted by OneoftheServens at 10:46 AM