botchulism during a flood

I find myself increasingly watching my surroundings with a kind of scientific interest. It's as though if I don't remain cold and austere, this gooey fucked-up-edness that seems to be taking over the globe will infect me too. And I don't want to be infected with a 9-5 in a suit and tie, fucking the neighbors wife, even though she is fat and has a mole on her pussy. I want something more than that. So I examine them like cockroaches with pins through their thorax. Have you ever thought what a disgusting smelly creature the human is? We try and deny it, but we expell excrement and multiply bacteria as a byproduct of simple existence. Then we get all fucking offended when someone points it out. "You shit" "No I don't, you bastard!" And then you pout in the corner because someone figured you out for what you really are. Not some plaster-through-and-through sculpture with a human form, but a smelly stinky human. Who shits. So while my scientific interest will remain, I will also complicitly accept that I am human. I hurt, and I make others hurt. I share my emotions like botchulism during a flood. Mono after 5 minutes in a closet with the girl next door.

I say this with feigned enthusiasm, of course. I dont' really feel anything particular these days, except disgust.