I
feel sick. I feel like everything around me is just this thick stuff...
like the volume of space that I move through is made out of some kind of
transparent, suffocating yuck. I'm nauseous and I want to throw up,
but its all up in my windpipe and down in my lungs, and into my stomach,
and its like I'm embedded in jello; without any flavor or nourishment
or purpose, except to just make things slow and difficult and awful.
Where did this stuff come from? This is bad with a purpose. To hurt and
injure, and to wound... deep down. This ain't like looking at a rock
and imagining that you could carve it into something nice. This ain't
even like just looking at a rock because it's a rock. This is like
looking at a rock and knowing that it wants to dash your brains in as
hard as it can. This is the essence of evil expressed as a fractal.
It's pure malice; intricate and infinite. It's not like a corrupted
thing around me... it is corruption itself that I slog through every day
and that I am smothered by every night, as it slowly insinuates itself
into my pores. It's the thing that is inspiring me right now to describe
it in such detail and with such passion. It's the stuff I'm inside of
that is trying to remake me out of it, so that I'll disappear inside of
it and never know that I was ever a thing apart and separate from it.
It doesn't want to corrupt me - it wants to disappear me inside of it.
So that I become corruption.
Isn't all of that just the
awfulest thing to think, and to write down, and to publish publicly, for
everyone to see and know? Isn't that just the horriblest thing for
someone to have inside, and to acknowledge? It's a slimy, malignant,
vicious and repugnant thing that slips through my mind as if it were in
my hands. As I pull it up to the surface of my awareness, I can feel
long, stringy pieces of it - cancerous tumors which are forced to
function as veins and arteries, filled with putrid, rotten puss blood
shit - pop and break and spew as they are exposed and die. And then it
all just turns to ash and dust.
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