Saturday, October 17, 2009
Catastrophe
A building sized flying serpent. A beige plating of scales across it's underbelly progressively transformed into fire red as it wrapped his body. His wife, a human, carried his children. The children's development was a game of genetic russian roulette, for if the child's bone structure came out more human like, then the dragon would consume it. He was angry when his offspring would be unable to fly w/ him or their bodies did not contain the immense mass of muscle as his did. So he burned them, so he clawed their bodies, so he ate them. Until his wife's stomach burst and from her dead body a redder more angry more vicious monster flew.
The Remedy
Hippocrates defined symptoms of depression, laziness, tiredness, and lack of hope as Melancholy. An actual diagnosed, infectious disease. To remedy, partake in Dionysian rituals.
God's Heart
God's heart is shaped oddly like a pumpkin. The skin is paper thin and it is plump with illumination. I form a fist and send it swiftly through. The light splashes onto my walls and it sticks to them. The light splashes onto me and it sticks to my skin. I plunge my face into the puddle of light on the counter. I slurp up the light and my body begins to glow. The more light I ingest the more brilliant I become. It's almost gone but before I can take in that final morsel my body collapses into it's own puddle of light.
The tongues of radiating light from the Sun will reach around the Earth totally enveloping and completely illuminating it's surface. The utter disappearance of shadow. The constant warmth will dissolve the frosty casings around each person's mind. The exuberant heat will evaporate the oceans, lakes, streams, and puddles. As well as our blood and tears. Scorch the savannahs. Liquify our steel buildings and the rocks of the Earth. I watch the Earth globulate in my lava lamp.
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