Earlier today I took a trip to the crud piles to inspect and possibly help clear out the pestilence. I was embroiled in a minor skirmish that resulted in the above circular flesh wounds. Then there was a weird blackout at the supermarket this evening. Alone with cart near the bacon bits aisle, the lights turned off, the music turned off...many seconds pass. Creepy. Dark wraps around like a blanket of close plastic, shrinkwrap. Beard begins itching. Relief as backup generator begins to work. Happy sighs from fellow shoppers and self. Invigoration and indoctrination begins with the liquid toxins in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
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My desire is to have chewed on your strange pale hairy flesh and have produced these wounds myself.
I am deeply into my new markings. I want to have the calcium deposit horns in my forehead now, on either side of the ass-mask (forehead mounted). I would also like lumbar support. My height prevents correct alignment and what not.
Chew you sound like a sexpot. I hope this to be true.
MM, how very provocative of you to show such an expanse of flesh-landscape. It is a bit teasing in its lusciousness. There is maybe the hint of a koala-bear face in the lower right corner, with the lesion being the nose. Lick.
p.s. a similar blackout sitch happened to Slothy on the subway; not the usual off-on flicker of lights, but a complete blackout in a tunnel. Dense, enveloping blackness for what seemed like forever, but was actually more like 30 seconds. Unnerving.
Slothy, please lick my koala bear wound. I can't believe you were in a subway tunnel, that is very scary. I believe we were in the dark for about 30 secs also...something eerie, spooky about it taking you out of context for a little while.
Meanwhile, if you are interested in receiving wounds in the shape of small animals, please come to my shed and inspect the crud piles behind it with me. I am acrobating every day from the rafters. It is pseudo-nudist-fetishistic. I am not coming onto you.
I love bacon bits, did you buy a family-sized container? They give me the big salty mouth explosions.
I am suckling from the breast of evil, the milk tastes of root beer. Fangs are growing, fur is growing.
Darkness is terrifying and causes intense panic.
Fellowship at the supermarket, between sucklers and fraidy cats, fellowship between beans and cheetos. It is good.
mm, is it time for flesh-biting? i will don the forehead mounted ass mask, my mouth will appear as an angry anus. First course will be bubble gum icecream. I am sweating from my lumbar support belt but am able to move in gyrating polyrhythmns now. you know what this means. salutations from the BEAST.
i dread a skirmish in the piles mm. you are a brave warrior with tantalizing wounds.
Polyrhythmic girations, flux and pus all around. Enjoy your bubble gum course, what will you have for your entree? The chicken-looking flesh of your neighbor or peel and eats? My ass-mask is donned for the coming shit storm. I am eating the weeds, as planned. Herbert, my new pet bat, is screeching on my shoulder. He likes to nibble at my pock-marked cheeks, together we are wanton.
I would like to meet herbert.
Oh Krix, what a coincidence, I was just writing to you on your blog. Herbert has taken off into the woods just now, here's hoping he returns later.
is herbet back yet? did he blog those last anonymous comments.
I think herbert is into spam.
Egad, WHAT IS UP with all these spammy posts? Is it because today is lucky number 13? Perhaps the number plus the bat equals mayhem.
Me hate the spam, but Herbert is deeply into it. Herbert, stop spamming MM, it is all fucked up.
Where is Levarak? He seemed like such a nice man. Levarak, please come back some day, we should talk about things. I don't know what, but something.
I am still furious and ready to spew. I will slumber sweetly tonight but count on me to find a target for my bitter chunks in the early morning. I may make popsicles out of them and serve them to unwitting passersby. It is time for a stinky revenge.
Alert: A Mountain-Man imposter tried to force his way into Log tonight; he had hair in all the right places, but was scrawny and short and filthy. He looked deranged. He tried to push in the door, but didn't have the strength, thank goodness. He was carrying a very heavy backpack and wearing a kneepad on one knee.
Local officials have been informed.
Sloth what is up with that? Horrors. I hope Sloth is ok.
I am in the groove of papier mache today. I am making pinatas shaped as baseball bats so we may use live animals to hit them with, everything all inverted and screwed up. The candy will still come out. I am so excited.
fragmented head, i like your name. You seem to speak well, is your mind splintered? or physically sliced like a pack of life savers?
Levarak! You are a darling, I can tell. My head is fragmented gridlike, toylike, gamelike. Yes it is splintered. What is your mind like? Tasty? Your guts? Tasty?
palpable spongelike disaffection and disunity. lack of concern for street signs. the cats are coming. the bungie cords are popping out of cheek compartments. it is zoom time.
I have bungees in my cheeks too.
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