Decay is the vanishing contour that kept me defined at once. The bleaching threshold between me and what is not me. The borders collapse, so does the territory... within which I built myself. There is no more a membrane to secure the thing called "I". Now I'm a mere compound to a bastard entity. I fuse into a new assembly. I loose myself into a new animal that is called no more "I". And "it" likes it. Likes to see finally that nothing is pure. That, decay is the blessing of the impure.
And my friend, nothing was ever pure...
. . .
decay is a peep hole through which the Snow White strips
decay is a nursery rhyme that Cobain sings.
decay is a bird with plastic fins.
decay is a fairy with busted wings.
