|
I haven't noticed much. i just finished writing an aramaic manuscript in blood and feces on the wall of my house. I don't speak or write aramaic, which is a little weird i guess but i feel fine.
|
#
¿
Apr 25, 2015 03:09
|
|
|
|
| # ¿ Apr 29, 2024 13:41 |
|
|
The hoops of ancient grains began to twist and morph in their milky cereal sea, becoming unbound and forming new shapes, some of which I struggled to comprehend. One hoop was causing a sort of disorienting terror with the shapes it was making, but the rest of the hoops seemed to swim and move as they morphed into more comprehensible shapes. A sentence began to form as I set my spoon and disturbed the milky ocean of terror. "stop eating us". I could barely parse the words as my mouth enveloped the spoon and my teeth came crashing down on them. I lifted the bowl up and began to pour their bovine lagoon down my throat. The tiny screams of the sentient grains were nearly lost to the painful sharp tones bursting in my ears and the blood running down my neck.
|
|
#
¿
Apr 25, 2015 18:21
|
|