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abhorrent |abhrnt; -hr-|
adjective
inspiring disgust and loathing; repugnant

ORIGIN late 16th cent.: from Latin abhorrent- shuddering away from in horror, from the verb abhorrere (see abhor ).


yesterday around seven p.m. i was strolling home from a leisurely afternoon reading at the coffee shop, when much to my dismay i came across a cheese puff, swarming with ants, lying in the fresh green grass.

stopped dead in my tracks, i lingered as hundreds of tiny gluttons stifled one of the many sickening and blatantly unnecessary creations of man.
though it appeared upon closer inspection that in this now subdued attack, brought on by lust and greed,
the attackers themselves had long since become the stifled ones.

suddenly feeling like a jackass slowing down to gawk at a car wreck or an unknowingly exposed ass crack or something equally as tragic, i tore my eyes from the sick, sad sliver of the world before me.

though the awful reality no longer burned on my retinas,
a far more repulsive vision crept into my mind.
the sort of vision that deeply disturbs, worse than freddy in the night...

a entire train full of obese, drooling, willing humans unleashed upon a cheese puff the size of a wal-mart super center. (or a target great land, whichever is larger.)

a train full of humans atop a monstrosity of a cheese puff squirming,
inhaling,
worshiping,
CLINGING DESPERATELY,
(a desperation i can only compare to titanic passengers clinging to the last life raft)
...clinging to life itself.

by the time an innocent pedestrian happened upon the scene en-route to her humble abode from the quaint little coffee shop down the road, death lingered heavily in the air.

it had become a battlefield of motionless bodies all just alike and with every last salty, stinking breath sucked out by processed cheese.

oh and the doom did not halt there, with these visions, for i knew that as i enjoyed the sun and the breeze and the way the children danced on the graves atop the hill that afternoon, that hundreds of millions of living, breathing human beings were glued to their television sets awaiting that same filthy yet deserved fate, with the curtains drawn so as not to be disturbed by the radiance of the sun, only that of the television itself and of the microwave preparing sunday dinner for the kids.

oh but lets not speak for the light of heart,
these beings were not merely glued then nor are they ever, but cemented.
and not merely cemented, but dumping the cement willingly onto themselves as they viciously dry humped the television during commercial breaks until they became one with the box and sucked into the vortex of bullshit never to return again.

a place where all are mindless,
robotic,
indistinguishable from the next.
always with too full stomachs,
wishing for fuller wallets,
buying fully loaded entertainment centers.
full of shit and bones and empty souls and washed-out brains.
full of an abhorrent satisfaction with mediocrity.

and before they know it they are plastered dead to a fucking cheese puff, festering in the summer sun.