fpak
June 16th, 2016, 07:46 PM
This is a bit of surreal writing
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Sad demons bawl their bubbling pain out of the chemical fumes of hell. In the smoke grins the pale man, his teeth bared in laughter as the coals burn inside of him in nuclear reactor grind of stomach acid curdling into twinkling hot bubbles. The pale man is loose with laughter and drooling through his teeth as he jumps into the chocolate darkness of tartarus, sweet with libido.
As he descends into the murky woods of a forest tickling with trees writhing in pleasure, his cheeks turn Snow White red. The pale man falls down into the grasping trees with silvery sparks of autumn leaves that then lay writhing like worms on the floor of the river reflecting the leaves back onto the woods in cuboidal irony. The pale man hears a cold streaming cooing ending warm in a crescendo death. He then realizes that he has become his own shadow; eyes white with the luminous waters of blindness. He feels the prickle of jerking leaves underfoot as he swims back to the cooing in order to love whomsoever it may be that sings of wamth with such a lonely and cold voice.
He rewinds back to the cold coy throat of the stream and found it blue and broken in a room in a house at the edge of dawn. Lying in bed the blue angel's eyes were open and moving sideways as she watched the apocalypse explode in a burst of orgasmic light slowly warming into numb bliss. And in the corners of the house at the edge of dawn stood the blind shadow watching her through boiled eyes.
The pale man bared his teeth and giggled the bubbling pain in a warm shadow of the angel's cooing and as he hiccuped the greedy pain of his broken heart, the air bubbled in chemical fumes and slowly the cold cooing stream poisoned itself with hope and as her head straightened itself out, her bones rattled the samba to the blues of yelping monkey laughter of the pale man.
The numbness curdled into ash at the bursting celebratory glow of cigarette burn pain. And then the apocalypse didnt seem so bad when you could choke on your own laughter, blue with blood.
And as she lay on her bed with her neck broken again, this time with laughter, the pale man realised that the chocolate shadow had fallen from his eyes and his body and he could see her beauty even through her purple tongue and bulging boiled egg eyes. And then the pale man moaned his laugh, retching out the chemical fumes, burning the angel's fraying body in waves of pain and then he falls into the house at the pit of night.
And there he laughs his pain; heard in strange howls at the mottled edges of the night. He will stay there till hallelujah.
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Sad demons bawl their bubbling pain out of the chemical fumes of hell. In the smoke grins the pale man, his teeth bared in laughter as the coals burn inside of him in nuclear reactor grind of stomach acid curdling into twinkling hot bubbles. The pale man is loose with laughter and drooling through his teeth as he jumps into the chocolate darkness of tartarus, sweet with libido.
As he descends into the murky woods of a forest tickling with trees writhing in pleasure, his cheeks turn Snow White red. The pale man falls down into the grasping trees with silvery sparks of autumn leaves that then lay writhing like worms on the floor of the river reflecting the leaves back onto the woods in cuboidal irony. The pale man hears a cold streaming cooing ending warm in a crescendo death. He then realizes that he has become his own shadow; eyes white with the luminous waters of blindness. He feels the prickle of jerking leaves underfoot as he swims back to the cooing in order to love whomsoever it may be that sings of wamth with such a lonely and cold voice.
He rewinds back to the cold coy throat of the stream and found it blue and broken in a room in a house at the edge of dawn. Lying in bed the blue angel's eyes were open and moving sideways as she watched the apocalypse explode in a burst of orgasmic light slowly warming into numb bliss. And in the corners of the house at the edge of dawn stood the blind shadow watching her through boiled eyes.
The pale man bared his teeth and giggled the bubbling pain in a warm shadow of the angel's cooing and as he hiccuped the greedy pain of his broken heart, the air bubbled in chemical fumes and slowly the cold cooing stream poisoned itself with hope and as her head straightened itself out, her bones rattled the samba to the blues of yelping monkey laughter of the pale man.
The numbness curdled into ash at the bursting celebratory glow of cigarette burn pain. And then the apocalypse didnt seem so bad when you could choke on your own laughter, blue with blood.
And as she lay on her bed with her neck broken again, this time with laughter, the pale man realised that the chocolate shadow had fallen from his eyes and his body and he could see her beauty even through her purple tongue and bulging boiled egg eyes. And then the pale man moaned his laugh, retching out the chemical fumes, burning the angel's fraying body in waves of pain and then he falls into the house at the pit of night.
And there he laughs his pain; heard in strange howls at the mottled edges of the night. He will stay there till hallelujah.