OH GOD THEY'RE EATING ME
The fishes...the zombie piranhas are chewing at my brain. Gnawing, chomping, squishing, slurping. Piece by piece, lobe by lobe they're decimating my mind. Feasting on the Giant Pink Membrane encased in my skull. It's only a matter of time before I start speaking jibberish.
You don't know what it's like to feel them swimming through your head. Diving, jumping around, wiggling their little fins as sharp teeth rip through tissue. It's excruciating. There's blood dribbling out of my ears...out of my nose, out of my eyes. Dripping onto this goddamned white marble floor. If I try to stop them from tearing my brain apart, by slamming my face against the hard floor as forcefully as I can, The Men will come and sedate me. And I don't wanna be sedated, unlike the Ramones. So I have to go through this agony. Why couldn't it have been ticks, or termites, or a hive of bees? No, it had to be fucking piranhas. If only I had something sharp to stick into my ear, shove in there as deep as it could go, and pick them out. But I don't.
I'm crying. I'm crying bloody tears.
They taste like pennies dipped in salt. It's a weird taste, it reminds me of when I licked the statue of Abraham Lincoln in Washington. My tongue reaches out on either side of my face to lap up the delicious hemorrhaging coming out of my eyes. I don't know why, it's a strange taste, but it feels right, it feels perfect, it feels like it belongs. I dunno. Maybe I'm a true masochist at heart.
Abby visited me yesterday. She gave me candy hearts that said vulgar things on them, and I tried to hide them the best I could under my pillow but The Men found them and took them away. Not a part of my regimen, they said. SHAME on Abby for showing her true feelings, they said. She said she had a boyfriend now. I asked, "Is he an Ox lusting for extinction?" and she said yes. That made me relieved. At least if she gets tired of him she can grind his testicles up, dry them, and sell them to a witch. I'm sure a witch would pay a high price for ground up Ox testicles. A high price indeed.
The chatter of zombie piranha teeth ringing through my eardrums has kept me up for 3 days now. I hope it'll stop. I hope they'll just get done decimating my cerebellum and I'll lie on the ground comatose. A vegetable, they'll call me. If I do become a vegetable, I hope I resemble an onion. Pale white, flaky, and my skin will peel off in fleshy, stinking layer after layer. They'll chop me up and put me on steak sandwiches. And then I'll be carried around in people's stomachs, sightseeing if you will, until I eventually return to the Earth.
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You don't know what it's like to feel them swimming through your head. Diving, jumping around, wiggling their little fins as sharp teeth rip through tissue. It's excruciating. There's blood dribbling out of my ears...out of my nose, out of my eyes. Dripping onto this goddamned white marble floor. If I try to stop them from tearing my brain apart, by slamming my face against the hard floor as forcefully as I can, The Men will come and sedate me. And I don't wanna be sedated, unlike the Ramones. So I have to go through this agony. Why couldn't it have been ticks, or termites, or a hive of bees? No, it had to be fucking piranhas. If only I had something sharp to stick into my ear, shove in there as deep as it could go, and pick them out. But I don't.
I'm crying. I'm crying bloody tears.
They taste like pennies dipped in salt. It's a weird taste, it reminds me of when I licked the statue of Abraham Lincoln in Washington. My tongue reaches out on either side of my face to lap up the delicious hemorrhaging coming out of my eyes. I don't know why, it's a strange taste, but it feels right, it feels perfect, it feels like it belongs. I dunno. Maybe I'm a true masochist at heart.
Abby visited me yesterday. She gave me candy hearts that said vulgar things on them, and I tried to hide them the best I could under my pillow but The Men found them and took them away. Not a part of my regimen, they said. SHAME on Abby for showing her true feelings, they said. She said she had a boyfriend now. I asked, "Is he an Ox lusting for extinction?" and she said yes. That made me relieved. At least if she gets tired of him she can grind his testicles up, dry them, and sell them to a witch. I'm sure a witch would pay a high price for ground up Ox testicles. A high price indeed.
The chatter of zombie piranha teeth ringing through my eardrums has kept me up for 3 days now. I hope it'll stop. I hope they'll just get done decimating my cerebellum and I'll lie on the ground comatose. A vegetable, they'll call me. If I do become a vegetable, I hope I resemble an onion. Pale white, flaky, and my skin will peel off in fleshy, stinking layer after layer. They'll chop me up and put me on steak sandwiches. And then I'll be carried around in people's stomachs, sightseeing if you will, until I eventually return to the Earth.
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