Buddha Speaks

"This text should be titled 'Intestines on Display,' originating from a dream where the abdomen was sliced open by a scalpel. The intestines, originally organs that produce waste, were instead oozing brain matter. Amoebas wriggled and danced, supernovas burst forth, giants painted on the surface of Jupiter, aliens relished gnawing on genetic chains, garlic-marinated pork belly, vodka flowing freely. In an acid rain composed of colorful pills, people marched through buildings wearing astronaut helmets. A steel-made dancing girl couldn't find her own eyeballs; she looked at the customers and said: Amitabha. The Buddha said, there is a kind of love for me. Unclear what is being described, the...