Electric Umbilical Cord

Review Born through electricity yet concieved in the cover of darkness. Preying on the innocence consumed everyday. We are the inanimate objects that dance, the monsters that move in the shadows, sweating, voyeuristically withdrawled, We are the frail vacant hotel, the provider of daydreams and unsent mail. cut out and pasted , rearranged to make a whole only to be remembered in the twilight of your passing.