Planet Zebueel

 1.Hang on because it’s not going to stop.

Interdimensional - restricted space -

a microgasim - THE microgasim -

the invisible is invisible

and the violent ebullition occurs.

Violent in birth. A rush of tiny releases

of stars, pleasurable explosions! A

paroxysm of weeping! And you’re silent

as is it. You’re both silent because you

have to be, there is no other choice, no

other option, YOU and IT have no choice

but to be as quiet as void wants you

to be, and not even because void needs

you to be. No you are both the never

ending slave. Your whole generation is,

everyone, everything is, IT is

too, and anything else it splatters in

the cosmic radiation-endlessness.

2.To say you get to wait now is a lie,

a big fat one too. Unbelievable

you might think, but how does It feel? Have you

asked? No because your body is vibrating,

and it’s vibrating because it’s being

raped by void. Unbelievable! Here’s the

rest - Sudden, rapid, dramatic, mushroom-

ming to completion of its diagram-

ical design. Like clay you can’t possi-

bly imagine. Void wants you to know it's

going to need feed, it hungers and it might

be you. Might, just saying. Back to design,

ALWAYS the design! Well why not, it’s per-

fect. The perfect Design. That form that's pull-

ing from your own body, taking most of

your resources is an oblong form, then

a flat circle, and soon crystallized ma-

terial. The invisible is now

visible! Zoom in because YOU can’t leave.

3.Void takes your air first, your lungs. Then your eyes,

and if you could only understand, fath-

om your body changing, expanding, your

flush face is swelling up because your face

is about to explode. Zoom in. A world.

The world. The planet Zebueel. Splendid

colors of pink and orange sit up and

down. Flowing tides, red are they, and somber green,

and lime green, and dark green, and small specs of

yellow that live precisely in the mid-

dle of great sized flowers that bite with small

metal pricks, and infact they do bite es-

pecially when the fly’s fly by. Zip-

ping and zooming, looking to feast on… oh

the dead bright beetles with twin heads, caught in

the prime of its life. And feast. It’s vagi-

nal mouth flaps spread open, puking up a

clear noodle hose, drenched from its guck. The suc-

tion tip sucks the tiny organs up through

the canal, and immediately burns

up, absorbing into the fly-thing’s bo-

dy. The Flower clamps shut! When it does, its bul-

bous eyes drip in directions, left and down.

Its slow. Like two squishy balls with micro

sized hairs being pushed out through dark crusted

flapped sockets. And the Flower’s pin teeth op-

en up many holes in the fly-thing, and

it dies.

4.The attainments have arrived before you

showed. The village of Meezah, where an or-

phan stole from a beggar, begging for sales,

and was now exiled to the outskirts

of the cave of Dunziel. And when the boy

arrived at the mouth, Dunziel showed. A large

being of giant stature, with sapphire

robes draped around his organs, and massive

in chest and hair. Metal stakes were his nipples,

and he held tight a whip of many whips

that glowed with fire of silver flame. His

tusks were yellow and his pig nose that wiggled

below and between his very human

eyes was dripping with a type of seamen,

not unheard of for his kind. The whip took

with it half the boy’s face. Shock kept the orphan

still on the ground. Dunziel urinated

on the wet red muscles and tendons, as

well as dripping down the small teeth and into

the gum and down the bone jaw. He then smashed

the boy with his bottom.

5.Seeing this though, was something of void. On

a red and gold chariot he came, with

thick metal chains wrapping his large forearms.

On the other end of the chains attached,

two enormous tigers with wings that resemble

shark fins, and metal teeth and claws. Next to

his sandals was a square slab, that he pressed,

and popped out the projectile weapon

of man. The hammer snapping in, releasing

the sharp copper casings into the belly

of Dunziel. He landed around the trees

that burned up in seconds to nothing but

embers, ash, and the tigers too stood up

on hind legs. Their upper body was that

of man, and their arms and paws were actually

that of man, and they fought Dunziel. He stepped

down from his chariot, and removed a

short sword from his hip. The blade covered in

oil under a clear durable casing

that when switched on by a small circular

snap under the hilt, the blade blew up in

fire. And the blade lit up like fire.

Dunziel whipped, and he sliced the whip in half.

The tigers grabbed his tusks and removed them

from his gums, and held him down for the finishing

blow. And he performed the finishing blow

by taking his time sawing off the head.

And when he was done, he held up the head.

And his tigers feasted on the head. And

he went back to his chariot, where they

flew back to void, and from that day, to the 

people of the village of Meezah, he 

became their champion. You can breathe now. 

You’re home.