The remora trembles in It's rotten hive.
It inhabits the rectum and is surrounded by tight clusters of screaming pink tendrills which undulate under thin transparent skin.
It pokes at passing hunks of brain matter with a cotton swab, deflecting the hovering blobs.
Thier presence fills him with strange emotions. A bizzarre manifestation of dislike and detachment. He can detect a sour smell, like decomposing latex. Each swatted mass recoils into iteself then emits a strange gelatenous substance before quickly being absorbed into the perpetually shifting and collapsing mass of clockwork parts within the deepest bowels of the mechanism.
The remora wonders aloud whether or not they truly expire, or just become recycled baby birds? This moment of introspection inspires a phantom limb holding a blood filled egg surrounded by flames to form directley within the center of his field of vision. The fluid becomes fire, burning every single house down on every single planet, in every single universe.
The remora weeps. "Do we have to start over?" he asks the phantom limb before it turns into a menacing pair of jaws that in turn, rip his family tree out by the roots.
Suddenly the hive is gone. Replaced instead by a swirling tornado of decomposing antlers and chihuahua ribcages that folded and crushed each other in perfect synchronicity. The sound of snapping bones was deafening.
Remora did not want any part of this so he rolled himself up into a ball of meat and became a pool of blood that burned itself through the center of the current earth, causing tremors and monsoons.
When he came up for air and saw all the dead bodies clogging the rivers after the repetetive natural disasters he had just created he was happy. "Now at least I will have a place to live" he thought, as he fell backwards into a maggots brain that had just begun tunnelling through a newborns cornea....
It inhabits the rectum and is surrounded by tight clusters of screaming pink tendrills which undulate under thin transparent skin.
It pokes at passing hunks of brain matter with a cotton swab, deflecting the hovering blobs.
Thier presence fills him with strange emotions. A bizzarre manifestation of dislike and detachment. He can detect a sour smell, like decomposing latex. Each swatted mass recoils into iteself then emits a strange gelatenous substance before quickly being absorbed into the perpetually shifting and collapsing mass of clockwork parts within the deepest bowels of the mechanism.
The remora wonders aloud whether or not they truly expire, or just become recycled baby birds? This moment of introspection inspires a phantom limb holding a blood filled egg surrounded by flames to form directley within the center of his field of vision. The fluid becomes fire, burning every single house down on every single planet, in every single universe.
The remora weeps. "Do we have to start over?" he asks the phantom limb before it turns into a menacing pair of jaws that in turn, rip his family tree out by the roots.
Suddenly the hive is gone. Replaced instead by a swirling tornado of decomposing antlers and chihuahua ribcages that folded and crushed each other in perfect synchronicity. The sound of snapping bones was deafening.
Remora did not want any part of this so he rolled himself up into a ball of meat and became a pool of blood that burned itself through the center of the current earth, causing tremors and monsoons.
When he came up for air and saw all the dead bodies clogging the rivers after the repetetive natural disasters he had just created he was happy. "Now at least I will have a place to live" he thought, as he fell backwards into a maggots brain that had just begun tunnelling through a newborns cornea....
have ya ever listened to a band called the accused....??
their lyrics much like your writing
good stuff
fer sick minds