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Dreams - Rob Poole
These popsickles always make me think of the scene in Clock Work Orange where Alex is talking to the girls in the music shop and they are sucking on penis shaped popsickles.
I use to have something that looked similar to this when I was a young Boy Scout. They were called Hyper Twists. I don’t know what they call them is the land down under.
Confronting Our Demons
-I’m doing this one for the ‘cause. ‘Cause I want to.
The black sun pierced the sky with a menacing hate. I waded through the River of Tallow and wondered what in the hell I was doing here. I thought I had promised myself last time that I’d never return. It pains for too long when I remember this hell.
My skin crawled and burned and melted right off my bones. It was as if I were being vivisected by tiny claws and medical fiends who desired to find just what it was that made me tick and love and hate.
There burned in the air a disgusting grease scent that filled my nostrils and made me physically ill. I wanted to scream, but feared opening my mouth. Who knows what would jump in? Who knows what would come out?
Along the shore of the river scenes of utmost depravity played themselves out in endless horror. Monstrous things thrust sharp appendages into festering wounds. Human shaped creatures gnawed on their own flesh, and spit into the bubbling torrent with a terrifying hiss. Floating whisps of shadow and mutated nightmares moaned and cut away pieces of eachother’s flesh, only to insert their own in its place.
I saw him soon after that. I say him for lack of a better word. ‘It’ doesn’t suffice. His body resembled a male enough to call him him. He sat upon a heap of corpses, some still twisting and churning and grabbing for something lost and so close. He nibbled on a severed finger, pieces of flesh still clinging to his chin and falling out of his disgusting mouth.
He smiled at me when he saw me, bearing his rotten, sharpened, poison teeth.
“Well, well, well. I didn’t think you’d ever return here.”
“I didn’t intend to. Sometimes things happen without your intentions having anything to do with them.”
“Hm hm hm. You are of course right.”
He reached down to his throne of bodies and ripped an ear from a twisted head. The mouth of it’s owner opened and seemed to try and scream. Nothing came out. He offered the ear to me with a friendly wink. I wrinkled my nose and shook my head at him.
“Suit yourself. Why have you come? Why do you stand here before me?”
“I have come because there is no escaping ourselves. We all must see just what we are capable of in order to know just what we want.”
“Ha! Do you not desire to be ignorant of this place? Isn’t that your choice?”
“No. No longer will I lose myself in that other realm and never know what lies below. This disgust…this blackness…this hall of horrors…it is within me, as are you. I must confront you if I desire to grow.”
“Then you have a question for me?”
He squinted his empty eye sockets in my direction.
I considered his eyes, or his lack of them. I stared long and hard into them. How did he see anything without them? How could he claim there was no light in the world, if he could not see any of it? So narrow must his mind be. So closed. Did he do this to himself, I wondered. Did he make his choice on such fleeting emotions and find only blackness from there on?
“Well? Do not stare at me dumbfounded! Ask me or leave! You could stay, you know. There are pleasures here that can be found no where else. Self indulgence can bring you such joy.”
He reached down and stroked his nether regions before me in a grotesque manner. He smiled at me and winked once again. My stomach churned and my mind raced with disgusting, fulfilling, black thoughts. I shook my head and laughed.
“No. I have no questions. I only needed to see your eyes. I only needed to see a blind fool and his ridiculous manners. You think you are fulfilled? You are only sated. We are a vessel, you know. We desired to be filled, all of us. You are filled with physical pleasures and fleeting joy. There is real light in the world. You will never see it.”
At this he laughed once again, then pointed a clawed finger towards the horizon.
“Go! You fool. You will find your way back and perhaps then you will stay here with me. Perhaps then you will understand that your journey…your silly search for light will be fruitless! It is empty and worth nothing! Gouge out your eyes, child! They lie and deceive! Only then will you know what it means to be. Only then can you claim you have really seen.”
He stood and turned towards his heap of bodies. He thrusted himself upon in and gyrated his hips against it. He moaned and grunted like a disgusting animal. He laughed a dry and evil cackle. I turned and walked away, towards the river, towards the light, towards true fulfillment and real life.
