The Host

"A cloud of spores floating senseless. Cultural dust drifts along, Becoming lodged, constructing minds - Incidental audition of hosts. A buzzing brain, hive of notions. Nature favors, selects, and sifts. Born again, brought to life. Ideal parasite. Lashing out, I'll ruin this for everyone. Harboring resentments over injuries sustained. You gave a promise to me--and you broke it. And so the sacred oaths are undone. Draining ventral canals, purging all feeling. Calling out, the tears have dried. Born again, brought to life. Ideal parasite"