The Worm loves us. It will always love us, and thus it always has. It winds around the hot stem of our brain. It winds around every infinitesimal loop of genetic information. It provokes a shuddering series of cataclysms in the crust of our grey matter, but when our body grows cold, that cataclysm will warm us. We understand so much more. We will always be what we were going to be, wound tight in the love of the Worm.
The Worm loves us. It will always love us, and thus it always has. It winds around the hot stem of our brain. It winds around every infinitesimal loop of genetic information. It provokes a shuddering series of cataclysms in the crust of our grey matter, but when our body grows cold, that cataclysm will warm us. We understand so much more. We will always be what we were going to be, wound tight in the love of the Worm.