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 "My professional psychiatric analysis is that Angry John is completely fucking insane." - Sigmund Freud |
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It was open in back like a geode. I couldn't quite see inside. I leaned backwards into the mirror, craning my neck to get a better view. Through the hole in the tumor I could now see. The entire inner surface of the tumor was covered with raisins. I scratched the scab in my right inner thigh. The scab opened a little. It itched. I scratched again, and it opened a little more. I couldn't stop scratching it. I noticed a small white lump through the opening in the scab. I scratched, revealing more of the white. At this point I could tell that the skin was only loosely attached to the underlying tissue. My skin was a thin wrapper around drying tissues. I tore open the hole. About a square foot of the underlying skin separated from the muscle, and I could see inside through the coin-sized hole. I could see the muscles of my inner thigh. Attached to the muscle was a large lump of feta cheese about the size of a baseball. This is the white I had seen poking through the hole. I sat and stared in horror. What could I do? Was I going to die? What was happening to me? I had a piece of string sticking out of my mouth. When I pulled on it I could feel a tugging deep within my stomach. I didn't know what to do. Should I just swallow the rest of it and hope my body took care of it? I pulled harder. The tugging grew more intense. I pulled and I began to feel a sharp pain deep within me. I tried to bite down on the string and I felt a searing pain shoot through my midsection. It wasn't a string. I had some part of me hanging out of my mouth. It swelled, and became too large to ignore or even swallow. A large fleshy mass was hanging from my lips. It was sensitive to the touch and connected to tissues in my stomach. I didn't know what to do. Permalink to this post. |
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Kitty was inside. I walked into the kitchen to talk to her. We stood too close and chatted. I looked outside and I could see her boyfriend. She kissed me. Everything spun and time shifted. I was consumed. The house was dark. Everyone was gone. How much time had passed? It was no longer light outside. I wanted to find Kitty and continue where we left off. I walked up the stairs... And time shifted again. What was going on? I was back in the kitchen and it was light. Her boyfriend was there. She smirked at me. I had to pretend that nothing was going on. Time shifted... And I was walking up the dark staircase. At the top was Matt Collard's room. When did he move in with me? His room was full of candles and gothy nick nacks. He was pointing a revolver at his own head. He was talking to himself, calling himself worthless. I was in the kitchen and the lights were dimming. Kitty grabbed me and we took up where we left off. Out the corner of my half-shut eye I could see her boyfriend looking at the cars in the driveway... "Don't do it," I said half heartedly to Matt. As much as I really didn't want him to kill himself, it was overridden by a selfish desire to avoid blood in my house. What would my neighbors think after hearing a gunshot coming from my house? Would I be blamed? Permalink to this post. |
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After I descended the stairs he was a she. She was a beautiful girl who now had broken legs. Time shifted, the world became hazy for me. I was in a basement filled with freezing water. I saw her swimming down from above. Her legs were missing but she was able to swim quite well. Then there was no water. Through the darkness I could see Robocop's face staring at me. The face slowly morphed into the Alien. It was both. Peter Weller had frozen the girl so she would never leave him. He thought it would be a great idea to bring her to a movie about the king who did the exact same thing to his girlfriend. He carried the frozen girl to the movie theater. The usher looked at him oddly but let him in. The girl was completely encased in ice except for her head. She was still alive and conscious. They sat down and it was at this point that I realized Peter was frozen as well. He was frozen, yet still mobile. He was actually dead, but the freezing kept him animated. He smiled gently at the girl. "I love you so much," he said. She merely stared at him. "Look how much I love you," he said, and with this he lifted the skin on his chest. It lifted like a shirt and you could see the organs beneath. He was falling apart, but the cold kept him animated. He just kept telling her over and over how much he loved her, and with each sentence pulled aside a different section of flesh to expose organs. Somehow he even managed to have organs in his shoulder. "I can feel my blood boiling for you," he said. He pulled aside the skin over his Trapezius muscle and I could see the blood flowing. Swimming in the blood were hundreds of maggots. Permalink to this post. |
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I flew higher and higher. I was filled with elation. After several minutes I decided it would be a good idea to try to descend. I tried but it didn't really work right. I kept catching gusts and spinning in large circles. Several times I flew precariously close to a tree trunk. I realized I would not be able to land properly and grabbed a passing tree. I climbed my way down. I was in a warzone. I had a machine gun. I looked at the French and could not tell whether they were on my side or not. I gunned them all down just in case. I saw a girl walking through the lines with a strange package. I shouted at her to stop. She did not. I gunned her down. I killed everyone and everything I saw. After I killed them I raided their bodies for more bullets and guns. All of the gun casings were an odd clear plastic. Instead of gunpowder they contained a clear gas. I tried to assemble my inflatable helicopter to escape. Chrissy and Paul showed up and casually mentioned that the world was at war. We were just outside of L.A. They sat on the ground beneath my partially assembled helicopter and asked me to get in. I shouted at them to move so I could assemble the floor of the helicopter. They got out and I snapped the buttons and moved the flaps. The flimsy tent-like helicopter was ready for action. Paul piloted us just above the L.A. skyline. I was reminded of Bladerunner. It was beautiful. Paul pointed out the top of the building where he lived. It was a perfect landing spot for a helicopter. Paul tried to land us but he drastically overshot the roof. We sped rapidly over the ocean. We were going to hit something. "Do you want me to drive?" I asked. "Uh, yeah," replied Paul. I tried to figure out a way we could switch seats but the tiny canvas cockpit was quite cramped. "Uh, what exactly are you waiting for?" asked Paul. Chrissy climbed over the seat and sat next to me. For accuracy it is my responsibility to mention that her boob brushed against my arm. I climbed over the seat and me and Paul switched places. I noticed that he had completely opened up the throttle. This was our problem. I lowered the throttle and began the trip back to his apartment. I absently wondered how much gas we had. I had piloted this helicopter several times without refueling. What type of gas did this thing even use? I landed on the roof and we walked towards his door. It occurred to me that in this post-apocalyptic world there probably wouldn't be any electricity in his apartment. At least it wasn't New Orleans and we wouldn't have to worry about the heat too much. We walked into his dim apartment. "Hey," I said, "Let's get naked." At this I awoke and looked at my clock. Two minutes till my alarm was to sound. Permalink to this post. |
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I was given an introduction to wereworlf/vampire hybrids. I did not realize that this sort of thing was in the Harry Potter book. Harry Potter caressed his crooked wooden broom. It was enchanted with light magic. His rival, a cyborganic boy clutching a techno scooter, smirked at him. He wanted to race. By the time the cyborg had circled the entire track, Harry was barely able to levitate at all. The cyborg laughed. Harry shouted to his teachers, "Those scooters are not technology! I can see it! They are enchanted with dark magic!" "You haven't taken your tape have you?" asked his teacher, an Asian man. "You haven't taken your tapes?" asked the cyborg boy with astonishment. The teacher affixed the device to Harry's head and eyes and put a tape in the machine. Harry refused to look into the screens before his eyes. But he could not stop the audio. "You love the scooters..." hissed a demonic voice. Harry turned his eyes as hard as he could, fighting the insect-like arms that pulled his eyelids open. He looked to the computer screen that was charting his programming. The scene cut to doctors studying Harry Potters records. They noted that the parasitic insect that lived in his ear was not as successful with him as it was with the other children. His hormone levels were completely abnormal, and was clearly not under proper control. They watched the video of his eyes fighting the robotic hands. He did not take his tapes. I stood in the stream and talked to my companions. "Harry is in trouble. They know that he didn't take his tapes. They are aware that he knows the secrets of the scooters." Harry's eyes filled with fear. "They killed my friend just because he was dumb! What do you think they will do to me?" I saw inside Harry's memories. I saw the amusement park where parents brought their children. All of the rides were actually tests of different sorts. They were puzzle games and memory games, reflex games and talent games. The penalty of losing any of these games was death or dismemberment for the children. All of the rides were affixed with spikes and saws, blades and crushing implements. Two pretty girls who operated the rides walked up to the camera. They smiled and gestured for us to ride a ride. They were made up as if to have been maimed by the machines. They were mirror images of one another. One had an eye patch on her right eye and a bandage creating the illusion of a missing left hand. The other had exactly the opposite injuries. Parents smiled as they watched their children ride the rides. They didn't flinch even as their children were slaughtered. Permalink to this post. |
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