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Lady Diana Spencer B. 7.1.61 Norfolk, England / D. 8.31.97 Paris Car Accident / Mercedes-Benz Get me Stan Winston I want to represent Britain�s royal family. Amalgamation, I�m thinking. Chimera. I'm picturing the final metamorphosis of Cronenberg�s The Fly, the fusion of man fly and telepod. Meat strings and glistening organs, I�m thinking and a fusion of man woman horse boychild tampon and corgi. Hand-built, no skimping, good eighties stuff, Elm Street flesh geysers, I�m thinking but in aspect more naked ape-y. Think Lieutenant Ripley�s baby boy. Let it walk, or teeter to a soundtrack of boys� choirs and gibbering let it leave tracks studded with swan beaks and immensely large pearls. And motorize its hide. I want those corgis� jaws to snap. 2001-04-18 Best to get this one out of the way. Overhead the satellites spun on unswayed from their orbits; the phone companies feasted below. Lady Di, successfully bred, sad lamb carelessly led beyond vanity�s torments, fell to rest in a field of cellophane bouquets.
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