I am lying on the floor, and I hate it. It gives me a rough, inconsistent, and moist rub, abrading my already scraped belly and groin. The lighting is broken, and the navigation is lost. Neither is necessary anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I abandoned my prescribed medication and castrated my erectile penis yesterday, so that I could kiss and other people can just mount me and go. I became very hungry after I stopped, so I ate, ate, until that peristaltic movement made me nauseous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Naked and curled up, I vape against a pair of feet and pillow my head over them. They jerk slightly in front of my eyes, and the spasms recur on my lips. They smell like peanuts. I lick that pair of feet to taste a special fungus. Puff. It tastes like a special salt. I fumble in my rucksack and scratch my ass cheeks. They are still there. I find some jellies and eat them. I keep chewing to sense its colour, red, perhaps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A handful of jellies was given to me by one of the men, who grunted nicely, but I only heard it very long after he grunted. We are not born for having sex in cellars, he murmured, and gave me jellies, sweet jellies. I ate jellies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I need to be clean, but it is hard to be, given that I keep crawling in those subterranean tunnels. I orbit an energy generator in my local terrain, so that I can keep alive and crawling. I call for sanitisation. A gleam of UV light penetrates my temple and my frontal lobe, so that vitamins can be synthesised and so I can grow. A pact that used to cultivate me also liquidates me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anticlockwise. We conquered the under-earth and abandoned mirrors, so that we also erased the source of hatred. The radiation of war dust baked dry coastlines, moors, ridges, bogs, lakes, canals and river tributaries. The palace was ready for us underground, absolutely glamorous and gold. The first few years were a dream, and that dream only carried on. We defeated rodents, serpents, lava and coals. We used to celebrate the air. The news came that an asteroid will hit the planet and erase our already pixelated vision. We celebrated that in cubicles. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Clockwise. I orbit and listen carefully to the community, like a radio antenna. Another worm just had a euphoric exclamation and scattered dust. I paw over and stack myself upon him. I tell him that we need love, a lot of it, so that we will be born again more civilised. I feed him with some jellies, bitter but good jellies, and he is now chewing them in a way similar to how cultists taste ears. Feel it, I command, and listen to the megaphone. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The broadcast news at twenty-one o\u2019clock: <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nWe are obliged to piss in urinals.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n
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