My friend lies on his back with a gaping slit running down his chest
It starts in between his two star like nipples and ends before it reaches
his deep belly button
My friend's viscera parade down the sides of his torso like wet
hair...drenched in a blackened blood
His bowels gleam and gasp in screeching agony
Their new environment is much too harsh
My friend's mouth lies serenely ajar, the warm liquid of his being
billows up from his throat, illuminating his mouth and all it possesses with
an electrifying pigment
It is as if my friend is telling me the long desired secrets of life
He is stunningly alive with death
A contradiction that boggles my mind
He says, "either of the two is true the other is false and if either is
false the other must be true and either of the two is true the other is
false and if either is false the other must be true and either of the two is
true the other is false and if either is false the other must be true
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My friend is an enlightening contradiction, which will soon enough drive me
insane I presume
My friend's pudgy legs lie relaxed
Comfortable in his pudgy jeans
His feet...covered in worn sneakers...sneakers who've walked with my
friend, walked miles...traveled with this nomadic essence which is my
friend
His feet, linger in astonished, cooling pain with toes pointed east on one
foot and west on the other
The withered soles of his shoes scream history,
"HISTORY!!!"
At a closer glance I see that a small hole has formed in the rubber where
the ball of my friends left foot is exposed
His blackened sock, tense as the skin of a petrified balloon
"HISTORY!!!"
I need it i need to have it he walked a sunset ridden valley of bright green
blades of grass and the languid explosion of the sunset cast a beautiful
orange on the bright green forming a...a....a brown?? No it was different
the sun doesnt melt it overpowers FUCK! It doesn't matter he walked
the frantic city streets in these history ridden shoes! My friend kicked
these shoes to the floor at night when he felt it was time to put his body
to rest! I must take them my friend is at rest!
I grab my friend's withered shoes by the heels and his exposed, sock
covered feet twitch like an overtwisted spring when I pull them off
A flash enters my head...a picture of my friends birth certificate...his
delicate baby feet imprinted there on the paper as a stain in time's
unforgiving ripple
My mind enters an extreme derealization as I tightly grasp my friends'
two shoes, now wrapped snug in his soaked, warm, crimson t-shirt.
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The expectations of my visuals are little to none as I now take a back seat
to these horrific happenings
A sedated, indifferent contemplation
"A spectator of a sporting match in which you have absolutely no
interest in" is what the doctors described it as
I describe it as "being a spectator of a sporting match in which I have
no interest in whatsoever."
The soul is depleted from these items of clothing for they are now
weightless...
My friend's murderer, that creature, it lurks in the dense wilderness
like a shark stalking and circling an injured coral
Is that what I've become...layers upon layers of piercing images and
phrases...a hard shell
The creature moves now...across my screen of vision
It is a dinosaur, a velociraptor...it's long snout protrudes into the
dense air of this enchanted forest in search of destruction
And...it's long, razor like claw which protrudes from his toe, trails
in a blur of speckled red as the creature runs by...he bears the blood of my
friend, whom I now indifferently watch over, in my pathetic state of
disillusionment
With a crack of the forest floor and a heave of a large tree trunk a huge
black mass approaches in a mist of fury!
The raptor silences it's demeanor and probably runs away at this point
At this point...when all is pointless...when my eyes have blackened, in a
premature longing for the night's whistling winds
In a premature longing for my final
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reluctant lids of my eyes can't decide between the sterile darkness of
themselves or the tree clustered sky, which shuns in its late evening's
exuberant blackness
So I half-heartedly switch back and forth...the world becomes completely
still, distant, and hush...and then explodes with a humbled, fleeting
beauty, I quickly escape back to the shelter of my eye lids
Some would call it blinking...but no, not here, in this enchanted forest
Where time's unforgiving murder seems to overpower all of the senses in
a liquidated state of breathing
Like a feather falling and tumbling, taunting the friction it creates, I
dwindle between what is real, and what is realer
And the constant up and down monotony, like walking without walking, has yet
to be questioned
When my eye lids recede again, like the slow ebb of the oceans water, my
senses forget the burden of time
For a lone stream slushes and hums a song that floats to my ears like rain
on a sunny day
And like a rainbow on such a day, millions of tiny sparkling lights fly
above, doused in a golden yellow that vibrates and hits the wide tree
trunks...sending the occasional firework careening to the floor
Above the fairy-like creatures soar an innumerable amount of branches,
housing an innumerable amount of creatures I am sure
Above the branches I can see where my imagination is not ready to pass...the
tree tops, looming like gods
The sight of them has me reminisce on childhood times at the dinner table,
growling as a Brontosaraus, then ferociously biting off the tops of the
helpless brocolli
Maybe I will see a Brontosaraus on my adventure
These tree tops are like a blackened, green mixture of vital life juice
billowing over the brim of this miraculous place...in some places it looks
as if the hanging vines and leaves may just reach all the way to the
forest's ground
But I can go no further
That sky...speckled in small pieces, cut up by the clustering forest
ceiling...the dark blueness of it...haunts me
The long pauses in between the crackling sound of heavy footsteps on forest
floor never cease to build an unreal tension
I am in a velvety cocoon of some sort, huddled and cramped like a baby
peeking its tiny head out, seeing the world, oblivious to its amniotic sea
I am in a hammock like structure
It is green, with large, pulpy veins
I poke a long, curving vein with my finger, the translucent texture dimples
with my touch and causes an uprising of the vein around the manipulated
area
I now realize I am moving...time has caught up with me once again, and
branches and fairies are continuously passed, by me
Why am I moving...I question this with a startled gasp and the persistence
of the emotion is unwavering
"Wha?! hoo uhhH!? whaaaee uh!"
Subconscious words of fright bubble out from my mind and pop as they leave
my mouth
Why am I moving
When my legs don't feel the tension of muscles contracting and
grinding...making the bones do their dirty work
My feet dont feel the soft pressure of forest ground with every cracking of
the forest ground
I am not walking!!
I come to the shrill realization that I am being carried!
My brain melts, drips down my throat, covers and swallows my heart like a
snake swallowing a rat, and then boils in the acidics of my stomach...my
stomach consumes all of the heat in my body
I grasp my tummy with with my freezing hands, bring my knees to my chest, as
to warm them
CRACK
My withering body, frozen in fetal position, in my cocoon
My withering body, frozen in fetal position, in my cocoon
My withering body, frozen in fe; CRACK . OH GOD WHO IS CARRYING ME WHO IS
CARRYING ME WHO IS CARRYING M; CRACK



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