Elastic-Meshuggah

Assembled from dead incompatible pieces; Livid fragments regenerated. Decomposing bits of organic matter, brought to life, revived. A fluid, limbless, sickening shape, a faltering semi-floating cluster. Its sole purpose of creation; To burst the imagination blood surge. Defying the mould of human flesh. Smashing the wall of beliefs. A sight to bring insanity to all dimensional reality. Carved from thoughts unthought into a graphic, visible delusion of life. A twisted display of dehumanized features, by cells reflected, refracted. A frantic dancing of particles, in pathetic attempt at rendering flesh; Swirling to project the illusion of shape, form, dimension and mass. (Eyes not made for watching. Thousand watt obsidian bulbs; Reflective, obversed. The only view is the barren self) A walking translucent entity. Void, suspended. Inviolate by rules, all standards of existence. An electrified vapor-cloud. A skein of bone and tissue. An atrocity, a liquid form unshaped to the organic norm. A mind not filled with thoughts, but a random flickering static. A soulless creature un-alive; I＇m the un-human elastic.