[Decay] It is all that surrounds me, and even myself which continues to deteriorate as time passes ever on. Hour upon hour, though I have no means by which to count them, pass, and the stench of [Mildew] has long since become a constant to my senses. Reverberating echoes from the dripping [Water] are merely unconscious noises in my ears, the moans and cries of the tortured un-noticed. There is…
Limbo
I can see them through the leaves, the dancers, their bodies thrashing wildly to the congas. The burning fire throws their shadows twisting and jumping along the ground in an illuminated ring of red and yellow light. I sit in the dark watching, my light being that of the full moon. Tsetse flies buzz around me in the warm air, adding to the sounds of the jungle. The congas continue,…
Childhood Influence (a Lang story)
The sky is black. The sun has set, leaving the smog to accompany the air. The summer heat melds into everything, suffocating it all in torturous agony. Lang smiles, gazing into the starless, moon less sky, seeing only beauty in the stinking darkness. Beads of sweat roll down his face, causing it to glisten in the weak light of a street lamp far below. Looking down, Lang laughs, seeing humor…
A Cut of Life (a Lang story)
All lights in the small house are off. The glow of the television illuminate the small living room, sending shadows flickering into every corner. Lang sits, watching the black and white screen with an intense gaze of incomprehension. Occasionally a smile will twist his face, revealing his teeth in a menacing, almost snarl-like fashion. Blackened by Hutchinson’s disease, his teeth only ass to the demonic appearance of his face. His…
Application letter to Cornish
Often, some of us may sit, sipping our caffeinated drinks (or de-caff, as the case may be), taking the time to ponder just what it is that makes us do what we do. I did, and now, while listening to the inspiring music of Cat Stevens and Iron Maiden, I intend to tell you my conclusion. My tale is nothing special. In fact, it is almost a touch arrogant, but…
I Hate Karob
I Hate Karob! Jon Jan. ‘90 Worse than chocolate, Worse than shit. It gets in my food, Ruining it! You think it tastes good? Well you’re a prick! You puss sucking butt-lick, Suck on my dick! *I hate Karob! I hate Karob! Tastes all yucky! Tastes all fucky! I hate Karob! I hate Karob! I hate Karob, I hate Karob, I hate Karob! You health food cunt!…
Transubstantiate
Transubstantiate! Arn & Jon Jan. ‘90 *Transubstantiate! Transubstantiate! Transubstantiate! Don’t you want to feed the masses? Transubstantiate! Transubstantiate! Transubstantiate! Words! It was written in the paper. It was really meant to be. We are crying for rebellion. They’re all fuckers can’t you see! We don’t need them as our leaders. We don’t need those fucks at all! We can make our own decisions. They will die if…