The abattoir.

I have found another world. One in which you can start again. Fresh. As many times as you like.

Painless.

You can see yourself as you wish to be seen. The perfect angle, the perfect light. Pose held, forever. This is you. As you want to be seen.

Who can see beneath the surface? The sculpture is polished. Solid.

Your desires are sated. You can be at one with what you are, what you want. Whatever that might mean. Whoever that might be.

This world is shelter. This world is life support. This world is bomb proof nuclear technology. This world will live on. You will live on. You never existed.

There are no demands. There is no need to speak. No need to reply. A space for everyone.

You can live through others. All the goodness of real blood but none of the vampiric baggage. No staining of your best dinner suit. No shrieks and screams. Just feeding.

The world is everywhere and nowhere. The world was empty. The world is full. The universe is ever expanding whilst the world shrinks.

Step from one place to another in an instant. It's a science fiction dream come true. From lust to innocence in a heartbeat. Elastic slingshot from pillar, to post.

You need never be alone again.

Speak what you like. Faceless words of truth. Weighed and counted or thrown down in uncalculating abandon. There is always someone to share your truth. Your truth is their truth. Their truth is your truth. No more isolation. Souls connected. It's the same sky above our heads.

Nothing is lost. Everything is found. In reach. At hand.

Fuck without feeling. Speak without talking. Love without touching. Laugh without moving a muscle in your face. Synthetic pleasure rendering reality dull. Unsatisfying, heavy, leaden, poisonous, dirty and unreliable. 

Step away, step back and repeat. This is a dance with yourself.

This is pigs to the trough. Animal feed. The food is there, so you eat.