Went on a walk round Queens Park with normal meat person from the movie on my phone. the one that’s like, GO ON A WALK WITH ME and it’s a roulette wheel of people and you pause it randomly and who you pause it on it shows their details.
call them up and say hello
walk now
we go past the fountain
we go to the river
it’s a bridge over the river
we look at the water
I ask normal meat person a bunch of questions about how and why and then later on we say goodbye
At night i think huh
what was that day
the one i just had
I don’t remember
Ah fuck
not again
I call up Normal Meat Person again and we go on another walk to another destination, rhythmic footfall in time with each other, sometimes. it’s a chemical waste factory. i say something like “what a waste”
it’s a good one. good joke.
Normal Meat Person topples over into the waste pits. Don’t worry. They told me this was going to happen, they have to do this sometimes so they can be reconstituted as a clean paste spread across a sheet of gauze.
The Body Grows In the Ancient Harm Factory Remade Into BIRTHING PIT
You have a breeding fetish they say, on the video. I don’t know about that but it’s turned me on to think about Remaking Normal Meat Person. I call them but I don’t think their number is active yet, they said they have to go to the house and open it up, crawl around remaking connections.
plug in the phone line.
Or they’re tired
Don’t want to come to the phone right now
It’s okay
I finish myself in the shower, I don’t know where my life is going. I think I’m going to go on a walk to the new car factory.
you see all of these naked fleshes coming out of the repurpose and reconstruction area. all on their way home, back to crawl around and reconnect, to wait, for a call.
then we’ll walk together. go anywhere. as the advert says ‘thanks normal meat person’ and i smile as i look at the electronic vehicles.
i go home and talk on the phone to my mother about my new tattoo of a little freak. normal meat person calls me later on. we eat egg salad. i have to get a blood test. or two. it’s cold as fuck. I’m not sure anymore about anything.
paranoia machine has a wire inside my heart and I’m going to pull it out, i just need to find the tools to do it so we don’t all fucking die. no time left in the day for most of us.
leave the wall wet with spit and piss. fuck me ragged like a hollow plastic toy. no internal organs.
me and normal meat person hold hands and walk toward the christmas market burning up the sky with smoke.
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