Those Writers, They're Wacky

And here's the proof. If you believe everything you read.

Alternate Reality

The Grand Poobah's thought on a quote I sent him from Blood Orchid: An Unnatural History of America was that it put him in mind of a version of Connections as written by Chuck Palahniuk. I have to agree, with the addition that the main character would have to be building a pagoda of dead butterflies, cementing their bodies together with his own blood that he ritualistically drew every morning over a steaming cup of chai latte, letting the first couple of drops swirl redly around in the cup of human-flesh-toned liquid so that he, too, could consume the process of creation.