Showing posts with label hyperreality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hyperreality. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Paul in Allentown, Pennsylvania #62 (Hyperreality)
That girl with the high forehead who is standing in the parking lot with her boyfriend has a nest of yellow jackets in her throat.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Elijah in Rome, Georgia #46 (Hyperreality)
I got lost when I was hiking near Keowa falls and had to make camp in the forest at night. I got shook from my muggy slumber by the sound of female laughter and the smell of flesh being burnt. I crawled out from under my sleeping bag and saw a bonfire in a clearing in the distance. There were several women circling the blaze waving something in the air and chanting in a low, deranged monotone. I crept through that dark forest so that I could get a closer look. The women had stakes in their hands and they had placed the heads of men on the point and the men's bodies were roasting in the fire. One of them called out: "let's throw the heads in the creek and watch them flow to the river of life" and they made started to make their way through the darkness in a frenzy toward that unnamed stream. Me? I got the fuck out of there.
(Pony Bones)
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Alan in Prophetstown, Indiana #35 (Hyperreality)
I woke up to the sound of screaming two nights ago. I looked out my bedroom window and saw a mob of people about to sacrifice a teenage girl in my backyard. They had her splayed out on my patio table with three of them holding her down while one of them brandished a bowie knife. As he was raising it to plunge into her, I opened my window and yelled out "I'm gonna call the police" to which they replied "Do you want our crops to die? If so, go ahead and call them." We need a good corn yield this year so I shut my window and curled up next to my girlfriend in bed.
Scott in Rome, Georgia #30 (Hyperreality)
I was called from a vivid nightmare where I was swallowing iron ore and the pitch black misery that being a created thing entails yesterday morning by a piercing bird call. A large black bird with passion red trimming on the tips of his wings and a knife sharp bill had perched on my bed post. I was seized by terror and couldn't move. He hopped up on my bed until he rested on my abdomen. He plunged his beak into my yielding flesh and I shrieked with pain. He gored me, ravenously swallowing all my grief and agony until there wasn't anything left of me. (Pony Bones)
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Edward in Rome, Georgia #21 (Hyperreality)
I'll kiss your eyes but they're closed. When I was 11 years old I saw my neighbor die. He clutched his broken heart and fell backwards through his screen door. They buried him in the street and covered his body with asphalt. The smell was intoxicating and sensual. (Pony Bones)
Mark in Rome, Georgia #17 (Hyperreality)
I saw a little dead girl in the forest this morning. She was gathering little blue and yellow flowers for her mother so that her tears will be less bitter. (Pony Bones)
Anna in Butte, Montana #14 (Hyperreality)
I saw a really bad wreck on the way to the grocery store this morning. A beast with 5 heads, each with a mouth full of blasphemies emerged from the underworld to destroy the lost creature called man. A semi truck collided with the creature as it stalked State Route 188 looking for mothers to violate and children to disembowel. The beast was instantly destroyed but the semi driver lived and crawled from his cabin to ravenously drink the beast's blood. (Mutwawa)
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