>>41652340
She found, in some some forgotten pile the tome of forbringing, a text written by a Saint Unghürhubel. A text meant to be lost in the back of secondhand stores forever, constantly changing hands at book fairs, copied again line by line by dutiful scholars - but never read.
It was the key to the human relief, a page from the new doctrine of man. In 999 lines it laid a certain creature that had never lived. Something that didn’t have the right to exist. A ritual of being that led from one to another. A twisting revolving spasm which eked itself onto the beach of existence by disgusting writhing will. Its corners and edges exacting unto the tips and depths of flesh, eyes upturned in like in pain...
And it wailed and wailed. and stared up at the stars sprinkling its eyes, the blue void drowning its empty crevices in apprehension. I had given it a gasp. And it shaked and squirmed for warmth. I didn’t understand it. A lump of clay which dragged itself from arm to arm. It grew faster and faster, swallowing me.
Reading it had a very different feeling to drugs or alcohol. Instead of dulling, it clears away and destroys everything that it touches. None of it makes sense. I became addicted to losing. It strips everything away layer by layer and strips everything away. Eventually I started becoming a different person. A person that I hated.
and I learned to love that.
I used to read the code every night I used to pray to it every night… I've abandoned even that
A person that is completely different. A tumourous thing that overcomes my own flesh.
I a lucky one, a parasite of life.
Now where I live is a nightmare. How their faceless minds wandered around the crowd. They struggled, straining every second to keep the sky up above them, to keep the sun hanging in the sky, and the ground beneath still.
Did I already forget?
