catch the sweating man if you can. he’s shed his clothes in the halls of the ship. the boiler suit. the underwear. both stained with blood and the green bile. the things that he did before you began to see, patterned marble.
a panel is split
and the wires pulled out in the direction of further down into the hull, being tugged continuously. rattling and vibrating and globules of jelly and blood in the footprints that the lengths of plastic covering trail through, wrapping around a Hall a Stairway a Loading Bay and down. down into the engines.
so far behind. you have No pace. and the mystery has grown lonely in your absence, it’s reached out to pull in other members of the crew. other ships in the region. others. and so if you run and find the locked door to the reactor you’ll see A POWER SOURCE BEING PLUGGED IN. IN THE FORM OF A MAN’S NAKED BODY WIRES WRAPPED TIGHT AND OOZING WITH BLOOD AND ETHEREAL PLASMA.
a huge ripping crack
sick with the fluid
the ghost on board is not sated yet
AGGGGHHHH catch the sweating MAN if you CAN AGGHHHHHH
taunt of the weevil. on your knees by the door to your cabin. taunt of the weevil. a hazy dream that has you with your head on the door of the other engineer’s room. that man become light. oh the dream says the insect’s name. the one that is able to move between the tight seals of the doors and it’s possible to catch them outside of the hallucination. and you wake Curled on the ground of the loading dock. where the rest of them had run from, right?
right.
A sweet apple candy, rolled around on the tongue before you go down on the sweating company officer. right? when they visit. from the outside. the outside of when?
There was a thick clot, in the wound, after thirteen thousand years. Layers and layers of skin that make you almost forget where we came from in terms of THE EVENT EFFECT. chase the sweating body.
down hallways and through maintenance shafts.
chase chase. oh throbbing vein and muscle. oh god the evil things we’ve begun to do you think. it’s a hundred years back you started eating the bodies of the visitors here. but it’s a hundred times more. it’s emanating outside of the metal into the vacuum since it’s more of a wave. a wave pushing a stream. of sweat and the remains and green. the very uncoupling of a being from itself. it’s like a jelly. that earmarks the parts it wants to keep. in a pattern like maybe that of a cow hide. or a spotted rug. it forms a kind of omnidirectional cloud. it is ultimately the beast inside the heart god’s tears.
Thirteen Thousand Years ago the salt rubbing of a body warped and dragged through valley after valley by many a heart dead master god was caught up in the dust of your Engine. Sorry. I’M REALLY SORRY. GOD. WHY AFTER ALL THIS TIME IT’S REALLY INCONVENIENT. IT DOESN’T COME OUT THE STAIN DOESN’T COME OUT
please forgive her this type of overstepping the boundary. you know. she was never taught manners. and so they would throw her like a puppet down the hill like over the edge going into the dust and dirt at the bottom where the impression might remain. you know and her brother thrown down too and the dog and the lover and the cow and all Their Things. THEY’RE ALL DISSOLVING INTO MUD AND when they come back there won’t be a now. but only thousands and thousands of years of spreading out cells slowly in violent fashion of a kind of sexual reprieve from the Underneath of reality. A kind of zealous uncoupling of body and spirit by the way of enzyme affected as A Thought A FEELING AN ACTION AN EVENT A MEMORY A GOD’S FIST TEARING OUT PARTS OF YOU TIL WHAT REMAINS IS CRATER. RIPPING OUT YOUR GOOD PARTS.
to make hell so called there’s maybe this idea that you need power. and a power so toxic that it forms a realm and if we extracted power from the inside of the building blocks of matter that might be some kind of Hell Initiation and the genocide and war death and sex murder might make a kind of energy power. one that might in your dust coughs be making the naked man crawl stupid with wetness through thinner and thinner gaps in the ship with WIRES TRAILING FROM HIS SKIN UNTIL HE CAN CRAWL UP INTO THE ENGINE WOMB.
god thick with ghost plasma laughing with chipped stone teeth. oh and after thirteen thousand years a world and down there all its people ready to hear the voice and feel it. feel that thing that makes them do it. wrestle in green mud. rip metal panels out with teeth and begin plugging themselves in to the sound of forever.
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