There is a lot I don't know, that I don't understand. (1344 hits)
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Submitted by Smurfs (View user info) at 2005-03-03 15:57:56 EST
Life spills between my outstretched fingers in seconds of sand. As a mountain grows beneath me built of time the universe expands, contracts, warps and explodes.
I grow. Taller, wrinkled, gray.
My flesh loosens, dripping off my muscles upon the floor in pink rivers that slink across the earth in a pattern similar to our cardiovascular system. Thick raging rivers split and twist into broken tendrils that fade away. Sucked back into the air and inhaled, filling my lungs, and burning my throat. My exposed esophagus bulges as I breathe, stretching my vocal cords to the point of breaking. They tighten, and tighten and tighten until they snap to a Chinese melody plucked angrily from a zither.
Mute and naked I relive my infancy, hugging myself in wonder upon the floor. My fingers digging between exposed tendons and sinews, snapping them to a slow jazz beat that follows the percussion of my heart. The pulse is picked up by my body, exuded from broken capillaries and leaked upon the floor.
I take first steps, a bloody wake staggered across the room, diverting rivers and creating fissures. With each step I sink further into the earth, pulled downward by my own crushing conscience that seems to stretch into infinity, disappearing into the horizon of eternity as pinprick though the velvet curtain of the omega.
My ankles, thighs, knees... obscured. I thrash violently, screaming silently, needlessly. The universe collapses towards me, hurtling in shrieking light, combusting galaxies that fall in its path.
Blinding light eats through my unprotected eyes that boil in the twin dishes scooped out of my skull for them. They smell like warm shiraz, powerful yet seductive... not the burning flesh I would expect. They leak down my face and wet my lips.
A fleshy mid palate with a hint of oak.
My tongue dances as it tastes the images of my life, transcendental synesthesia. A sour childhood, bitter and sharp. Sweet moments of adolescence. Lingering kisses and escapism. The dry present, stale and crisp, interspersed with pure ecstasy.
Overindulgent escapism.
My tongue drinks greedily, swelling as I choke under its gluttony. Gagging, I thrash. A gaping fish, caught and bouncing off the side of the boat. Out of my environment I swing wildly in the darkness, suffocating and claustrophobic.
I can feel my veins dancing, pulsing angrily and demanding oxygen, life. Reaching into my mouth I wrap my short fingers around my slippery eel of a tongue and with one brutal jerk rip the Judas muscle from my mouth, hurling it into oblivion.
Collapsing upon the ground, my lungs burn as I suck at the sky, swallowing blood. Wracked by coughs, I spasm as though electrocuted, that fish bouncing, lost and pained.
Then there is a wrenching, a ripping from inside of me. I make a strange gargled scream that's forced through my throat and whistles through my teeth.
Pain. Pure unfettered pain floods my body as something inside of me is being pulled apart. Then, with a final agonizing tear, it's free and I am flooded by a cool numbness, coated and bathed, devoid of sensation.
I smile with relief.
I'm huddled on the floor, curled in a fetal position. My clothes are caked with blood and excrement. I twitch once, twice, then am still. I watch my chest sink without blinking. Reaching down, I go to close my eyelids but my hand passes through my head. I get on my knees and look into my eyes, they are blood shot and glazed like marbles.
I frown. I am concerned.
I lay inside myself, within this shell. I try to cry, but no tears come. I go to pray, but make no sound.
Muscles sag around me, and blood settles. The top of me becomes grayish white, and I darken underneath, a liver colored stain. Rigor mortis sets in, and the muscles stiffen almost sequentially, my eyes, my neck, the rest. Hours later they loosen, sagging further.
I lay as bacteria eats through my stomach, working its way down my legs and up my chest. My skin turns olive, eggplant, then black. My eyes bulge, and fluid leaks from my mouth and ass.
I lay as the skin around my hands becomes so loose it slides off like a glove, dropping to the ground. A wet thump, the only sound besides the thrumming of maggots that have collected at my genitals and belly button.
My hair falls out as my nails continue to lengthen. My skin decays, my insides liquefy.
I lay for a long time.
I lay forever.
User Reviews
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-03-05 00:22:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow.
Submitted by boneface (user info) at 2005-03-03 23:15:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I like the title, how it relates to the content.
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-03-03 22:21:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm only assuming you're not into Bauhaus and Sisters of Mercy, but there's hundreds of Goth ezines that would snatch this one up. +++++ Quality.
Submitted by peckerhead (user info) at 2005-03-03 21:38:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Stylish and well done!
Submitted by FuckTheArmy (user info) at 2005-03-03 20:10:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
When death is here, I am not; when I am here, death is not. Why should I be afraid?
Submitted by Saxon (user info) at 2005-03-03 19:09:50 EST (#)
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Yes i think the born, grow old theme is back to front, i mean why cant we be born as adult and slowly get younger through the years and end life as a orgasm.
Submitted by spedmonkey (user info) at 2005-03-03 18:50:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
You really need to post more. Damn you and your whole "being busy". UBER IS YOUR #1 PRIORITY!
Submitted by Teephphah (user info) at 2005-03-03 17:56:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I don't think I've ever fully appreciated the way you can use words.
"Impressed" is an understatement. No one on Uber can match you, and the legitimate competition outside of Uber is meager.
By the way - thanks for that other thing. As I mentioned, I value your imput greatly, so sincerly, thank you.
Submitted by epiphany (user info) at 2005-03-03 17:13:15 EST (#)
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weeeeeee, happy time!
Submitted by Chinaski (user info) at 2005-03-03 16:44:50 EST (#)
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Beautiful, my hallucinogen-brother.
Submitted by Smurfs (user info) at 2005-03-03 16:25:04 EST (#)
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Submitted by Badlands (user info) at 2005-03-03 16:23:01 (#)
Ranking: 2
So refreshing to read something worth reading.
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hey, you're still around! yay
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-03-03 16:24:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
The pessimistic version of death?
Submitted by Badlands (user info) at 2005-03-03 16:23:01 EST (#)
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So refreshing to read something worth reading.
Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2005-03-03 16:18:47 EST (#)
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All I can say is...yes.
And this made me pee a little:
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-03-03 16:02:59 (#)
Ranking: 2
This is what The Terminator felt after they lowered him into the molten steel.
Submitted by Allicat (user info) at 2005-03-03 16:11:51 EST (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-03-03 16:07:42 EST (#)
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Nothing short of excellent.
Well done Smurfs.
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2005-03-03 16:06:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Whoa, holy shit, this is really good.
Submitted by Dannie (user info) at 2005-03-03 16:04:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Ummmm.....
There's a lot that I don't understand too.
Like this post.
It must have been really well done because I liked it.
Like is a bad word.
Intrigued maybe?
Someone pass me a tab, maybe that will be of assistance.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-03-03 16:02:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This is what The Terminator felt after they lowered him into the molten steel.