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Piece of Mind Eddie:
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH-HAAAAHAHAHAHAAaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhahahahahahahhahaahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahah”
Stages of man and madness narrated by the distorted monologue of a rabid zombie. Eddie’s condition consisted of all of humanity’s evil in different forms, at different times, under the same irrational justification, do we choose evil. All moments. All histories. All events. One being. All trapped in one mindbottle of a snow globe. The world’s history was a swirl. Self expression within this monstrosity was…
This version of Eddie did not know his own name, let alone was he fully aware of his surroundings. His bound hands, tied by torn fabric. In his mind the talking little boy holding his leash was god, guiding his way along a path he could not see- for he did not delve through time or space. Just place. This place.
Salt. The pesky kind that stays on your dehydrated tongue in an unwanted layer of silt.. A beach. Dunes, an eternal hourglass of
“Are you him? Is he you?” All words a scrambled mishmash here. Hash, dice, sugar, spice, the good the ugly. And everything a whole lotta bad.
Once again, an easier choice to forget than remember a mere relevant portion, unequivacable to the whole.
He welcomes you.
The gatekeeper of Hell. “Hello friend, you’ll hate it here. But, it’s all because we had a damn good time. Isn’t it?”
Rat guts would have to do. He chomped its head off in one clean blow after snatching the rat from its dark, pit of a nest with one clean swoop. His bound clutches so precisely its back broke without struggle.
An obtrusive, all encompassing slurp. All the gore that wasn’t vacuumed into his mouth was smeared across his face in a perturbing bloody stain. A click of his tongue, a crack of his neck's vertebrae. Sounds of haunted things that go bump in the night.
Engorged lips chomped again. “MINE!”
Expressing a new mood. Tidal waves of thought shattering an already sinking ship. A lost whimper. Distorted thoughts.
A plunge into untethered madness-
Banana.
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