Diabetic Belgian fantasy werewolves (undercover)?
And I am the terror that flaps in the night. I am the termite that devours your floorboards. I am the batteries that are not included. I am the wrong number that wakes you at 3am. I am the low ratings that cancel your favorite program.
I am the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red. I am the one hiding under your stairs, fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair.
(tender lumplings everywhere. life's no fun without a good scare.)
I am woman, hear me roar. I'm a little bit of everything, all rolled into one. I'm a *****, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother, I'm a sinner, I'm a saint, I do not feel ashamed.
And and and, at heart - I'm a Muslim. At heart, I'm an American. At heart, I'm a Muslim. At heart, I'm an American Artist. And I have no guilt. I seek pleasure. I seek muscles under your skin - the arch, the pull, the scroll of ancient lattice (worship the pull, the belly, the pull of the belly). I have not sold myself to God.
I am your robot, I am your robot,
I am your robot man.
I. Am. Spartacus.