Buddha Said

This text should really be called *Intestines on Display*. It stems from a dream: the abdominal cavity sliced open by a scalpel, the intestines—organs meant to churn out shit—spilling brain pulp instead. Amebas wriggled and danced, supernovas burst apart, giants painted across Jupiter’s surface, aliens munched gleefully on strands of DNA. Garlic paste slathered over boiled pork, vodka flowing in rivers, colorful pills forming sheets of acid rain. People donned astronaut helmets to weave through towering cityscapes. A dancer forged from steel couldn’t find its own eyeballs. It turned to the customer and said: “Amitabha.”

The Buddha says: Love me if you dare.

No one knows what any of it depicts—a grotesque, circus-like riot of the bizarre. For that reason, it’s called circus literature.