Whispered nothings.
Violent endings.
The foetus drifted up. Floating along the sea of sand. The winds blowing it towards the end of time. The sun burning up. Society crumbling. The word wrapped up deep within. The scorching air burning its skin as it started to grow.
The end is coming.
Live for now.
Forget the future
there is none.
Society is dying.
Life is failing.
Always searching.
The sky lighting up as the foetus grows. The sky constantly evolving, flashes of colour. Mountains exploding, volcanoes erupting, the sky falling. The word walks into a bar. The air musty and moist. Smoke hanging in the air. The old oak booths showing their age, the floor sticky with years of use. He walks over and picks her up. Takes her out into the dark alley. Presses her against the wall. Lifting her up gently, he pulls her pants to one side. Her eyes flash blue and green as he ejaculates in her. Her skin quivering with the force of her orgasm. She sees the word and realises the truth but too late.
Death is the beginning.
Lying and deceiving
was all you did.
Killing my soul.
Leaving me hollow.
Now your gone.
He turned around and walked away. Towards the marshland to the east. Walking past beggars and muggers, turning to watch as he past. He was the truth he was the word. A vibrating ball of energy. Then he was dragged into a doorway, a tub was placed in his hand. He opened it. There was a clenched hand inside, he opened the hand, there was a beetle there. Smiling he walked on. He could hear the distant banging on drums, the sky was phosphorescent.
Your silence was deafening
you can't defend your actions.
Lying and deceiving
is all you know.
The end was coming
you knew but never said.
Playing with my heart
you left me for dead.
Struggling to breathe.
Massacred for love.
He could smell the marsh. Balls of gas exploding around him. The ground sinking below him. He carried on. The drumming was closer, he could feel it beating his chest. The pressure was making him delirious. He saw shapes dance in front of him, mixing and entwining with each other. The shapes making love to each other, all in harmony showing how the world could be. His face hit the ground and sunk into a glorious blanket of mud.
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Friday, 11 February 2011
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
Act I
Her legs bent up at her ears.
There is evil and hurt in those eyes.
Her claws stung as they sunk in.
Deep penetrating pain.
Their exacting standards; make you pay, with your soul. Once your soul has gone there will be nothing left but your greening shell. No one will come, they all know your a criminal. Spliced and put out for show. The woman using you to achieve orgasm. At last finally useful.
The world is ending.
Devastators are everywhere.
The seas have dried up, all living on substitute fish eggs.
All we need is a heart of gold.
All the fighting will be over.
He walked into the bar. She was bent over, welcoming him in. He entered. The waves washed over him, fighting to pull him away. He wasn't going to lose his soul. He fought on. His skin going green, pulsating at the effort, he ejaculated. The world shook, he had found it.
The feelings were growing.
How could they, they had been outlawed.
They would be coming for him.
He saw the traces in the snow.
It was too late.
All she could was offer lies. He beat his hands on the desk. He needed to know the truth. If she could stop being parasitic long enough, maybe they could save society. Bring back the water. 'Tell me about'. 'All the women were great and the men athletic'. He knew what she meant, society was never utopian though. He had heard of the Karma Plan, surely it was just a dream. A whole world in united sexual orgasm with only sexual violence and no wars. This was the plan. Could this woman bring it to fruition, he needed to connect her to the grid. The world could become one.
God has forsaken them.
The world was just a car park.
Empty and lonely.
Nothing left.
Desolation, no hope.
Humanity was gone.
Burning all the truth and science.
A world of suspicion
and superstition.
The word of God.
Is the only, true word.
The word will save
all.
The case was unravelling all around him. He now realised that she was the definitive answer. She could be the word. The one true word. How would he connect her to the grid. Her lies were the truth.
The sun was burning up.
Life was drying up.
Yet his tears never dried up.
The time of racial hatred was over.
Bring in the saviours.
There is evil and hurt in those eyes.
Her claws stung as they sunk in.
Deep penetrating pain.
Their exacting standards; make you pay, with your soul. Once your soul has gone there will be nothing left but your greening shell. No one will come, they all know your a criminal. Spliced and put out for show. The woman using you to achieve orgasm. At last finally useful.
The world is ending.
Devastators are everywhere.
The seas have dried up, all living on substitute fish eggs.
All we need is a heart of gold.
All the fighting will be over.
He walked into the bar. She was bent over, welcoming him in. He entered. The waves washed over him, fighting to pull him away. He wasn't going to lose his soul. He fought on. His skin going green, pulsating at the effort, he ejaculated. The world shook, he had found it.
The feelings were growing.
How could they, they had been outlawed.
They would be coming for him.
He saw the traces in the snow.
It was too late.
All she could was offer lies. He beat his hands on the desk. He needed to know the truth. If she could stop being parasitic long enough, maybe they could save society. Bring back the water. 'Tell me about'. 'All the women were great and the men athletic'. He knew what she meant, society was never utopian though. He had heard of the Karma Plan, surely it was just a dream. A whole world in united sexual orgasm with only sexual violence and no wars. This was the plan. Could this woman bring it to fruition, he needed to connect her to the grid. The world could become one.
God has forsaken them.
The world was just a car park.
Empty and lonely.
Nothing left.
Desolation, no hope.
Humanity was gone.
Burning all the truth and science.
A world of suspicion
and superstition.
The word of God.
Is the only, true word.
The word will save
all.
The case was unravelling all around him. He now realised that she was the definitive answer. She could be the word. The one true word. How would he connect her to the grid. Her lies were the truth.
The sun was burning up.
Life was drying up.
Yet his tears never dried up.
The time of racial hatred was over.
Bring in the saviours.
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