The Reign of Sweetness

 

Her honey caked legs ran faster and faster into darkness. The Madness crept up and bit into her arm. She screamed and spit up millions of lugubrious cherries.

These cherries were ripe and they circled around in the air creating a nautilus pattern. The pattern developed a tragic noise and that noise gave birth to shallow life forms below the earth who dreamt of stomping repeatedly over the heads of kingdom sized boys with no names...

In the kitchen he sat worried...waiting to lick her legs. He wondered if she'd be back....He had vanilla plans that would rip her tongue out of her mouth and splay it open to expose misty tentacles grabbing for serious life. Life that sexed death and death that loved nothing.

She came through the door with pomegranates lodged in her face. The seeds underneath trembled and bled and juice teemed in between the layers of her skin.

This juice jerked out of her skin and fused into a solid sticky form that stood in front of him threatening to kill. He would not urge but he wanted...

Madness loomed and the house folded into milky legs...they ran across perky terrain that epitomized flat dimensions...

In the middle of the road sat a bowl of fruit...an eyeball apple was selected and bit into by a hyper pigmented mouth. Visions were induced and fragments became depths...

Sugar crystals formed everywhere...

Reviews

[zig]

man, these are good, i love the surrealism. this a kind of "creation" feel, like the old story of my tribe, of course these are a bit more sexual, but nothing wrong with that. really enjoyed this and will have to read more. zig