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Ecosystem of Eternal Sacrifice

Westley O. Heine

    A vast expanse of anonymous beings locked in invisible cycles of that magnetize their brains in infuriating confusion. Bishops with long sticky robes curled in snail shells and leave yellow trails of ooze that become alluring paths for blind mole people. Doctors with magic elixirs and clowns with gavels grope each other in free fall. Inverted beings whose mouths have become anus’s and must taste their own refuse have large purple phallus’s for breasts urinating out the nipple into the mouths of radioactive spider-monkeys. Trees shed leaves and bleeding sap. Underneath the twang of Arabic instruments bursting in silk-screen layers of intricate white noise. Voluptuous maidens pour bowls of rose petals and red wine on wallowing gluttons. Nude riders piggyback on top of hard bodies with aroused spirits are sword-swallowing as blood rolls down their chins. Vast paddies of maggots crawl up the legs of brittle hunchbacked farmers picking protein. Football games to the death commence in the Roman Coliseum seats in rows hollowed-out of the skull of Jupiter. Vendors with paper hats sell kids mushrooms that grow in the tar pits. The Glass-bladders of evil insects shatter like the hopes they reflect. Continents floating in the sky drip lava and pour spaceships, which navigate off the edge of knowledge. Metallic owls with the stumps of their hearts floating in acidic stomachs chirp outdated advice. Wagon wheel tracks zagg across salt-flats of crystallized human sweat and melted down bones oozing ghost mirages. Pyramids made from the mortar of marrow, wax, and stale tears penetrate the sky. A great shelf filled with round bodies who are wrapped in petrified scrolls burn forever in inflexible beliefs. Numb whores strip themselves of skin in front of cannibals. Priests tie down their own internal-child to cut and bleed themselves attempting to exorcise the human animal. The Clockwork Rack: feet nailed down at the first point of singularity at the Big Bang and hands bound up at the apocalypse, their bodies stretching more and more with time to feel the excruciating depths of eternity. Acrobats doing strange dances to ward off imagined disease. Blind dog-headed Gods lead by elongated cats on leashes nod up and down chasms to the rhythm of fire. Fat Roman Emperors smudge shit between their segmented wormlike bodies spewing orders into the smoke filled sky. Long lines of Japanese priests carrying bundles of sticks on their backs stagger deep into the inferno. The eight-legged dragon, a mouth of the underworld swallows open-minded souls like a sinkhole. The ash of excrement trickles out of large smoke stacks and falls onto the tied and bound bodies on a conveyor belt pulling them into the furnace to be shot with alternating beams of hot and cold energy. Trapeze artists spiraling into the abyss of white fire laugh hysterically. Noblemen smoking pipes and scratching beards as they surround the operating table, the patient being torn apart with no anesthetic. Nude Greek athletes play tug of war to the death by pulling and strangling each other with the interconnected ropes looped around their necks like nooses. Old eyeless Aztec women spit out long scabs of dried blood and green congealed stomach acid. Crying behind vales are timid white-female faces made of hard cracking plastic, while feeding on large hairy strawberries that crawl like snails and leave a trail of intoxicating flesh-eating ooze. Hot crystals of grease fall in slow clumps like snow, that melt, ooze, and cake onto bodies like napalm. Wrestlers struggle in sodomy with bull force trying to draw blood from their confused enemy/ lover. Satan is still frozen in the ice of a comet: “These humans are taking over the underworld!” A tornado of ravaging fur and flesh rolls over itself to consume masses of humans starring into the blur of a rolling air-borne stampede of mongooses, wombats, trilobites, and large salamanders peeking out from within the swarm. On a pool of neon red blood and lime green lily pads a white swan swims closer and closer beckoning with the tongue of a viper tasting for freedom. Searchlights and sirens evaporate into the smoke of endless burning cities. A carnival carousel of yard-arms swing stringy bodies in the air like rag-dolls. Keys with fish-gill-prongs flare out like peacock feathers to unlock the undersea eye of collective vanity. Hairless weasels cast fishing poles into skulls through gutted eyes. Boats made from the husks of mushrooms bob across seas of blood and bile. Memories preserved in whale skeletons are fished up from the bottom by mind-police to interrogate guilty ancestors. Decaying old women with sharp beaks chirp and nip at the body-hair of young albino boys. Dusty rodents with rabbit ears point up like horns that slide into the eye-sockets of de-sensitized mothers. Pollywogs jut out of knight’s armor with tails of blue fire. Dancers with their spines sewn together spin in desperate circles. Transparent fish egg graves stink of sulfur and chlorine. Giant thistles hatch pixy paramecium that trickle down from the sky. Plague infested peasants grind themselves under the wheels of their own looms and water mills turning turbines that grind the self-possessed into little bits. Intelligent crystals hum with delight at the smell of burning skin. Parasitic lampreys cover pale hairless beings keeping them warm. Addicts crawl through a haystack of needles seeking to get the monkey back. Swords ring like tuning forks as swashbucklers battle, but now they are helplessly immortal and the rush of death is gone. Knots in trees hatch rabid lepers and drooling hunchbacks. White bats with sealed over noses scream organ chords that shatter the eyelids of others. Wild boars smile and wave as they ride old bicycles. Lacerated bodies hang from iridescent octopus-shaped chandeliers, and ink drips on crucified skeletons below forever smiling. Cricket legs crank the wheels of horseless wagons, which gush out clouds the shape of twisted purple intestines. Anteater men hide under shrouds made of crumbly moth wings, and impulsively snort the dust sifting through their lairs. Flying Plesiosaurus’s scream through the air and occasionally dip into cesspools after prey. Top-hated gentlemen rot in damp shadows under mossy bridges. Heaps of bodies crawl and slide over each other contorting in Celtic-knots trying to get to the surface where ugly giants wear boats for shoes, and plunge spears down into the masses stacking their findings like beads on an abacus. Up on a fuming ridge a walrus with black opal eyes of a spider surveys a crowd of albino elks with legs like long stilts carrying laughing heads tied to their war-shields. Giant stoic Hindu Gods bounce in slow motion up and down on those who were parasites in past lives. Tsunami waves of stinking lava, molten flesh, rotten eyes, tumors, and burnt hair fall on disoriented crowds of new comers ducking under the gates. Large edible blisters with transparent red fruit and fingernail stems are eaten by gelatinous people wearing fish smelling cloaks made from skin pealed from the penises of some vast creature no one has ever seen whole from a distance. Strange ends of Karma cycles: Nihilists are plugged into collective memory wells to witness all the nightmares of the ages. The stomachs of the Greedy eternally digest their entire body pushing it through itself to regenerate in a constant cycle of imploding inside-out and then blooming in a gory explosion like the swimming stroke of a tube fish. The pale bodies of the Apathetic float in a vast sea of salty cream-colored water as lightning shoots down branching through them in painful shocks of enthusiasm. The Pigheaded eternally fall through darkness with nothing to grasp onto, not even the ability to realize that they’ll never hit the bottom. Hypochondriacs stagger aimlessly breathing smoke and having symptoms of every conceivable disease one after another in quick flashes but they can never die. The Homophobic are eaten by large vaginal flowers of stink and disease, as the Hetero-phobic are raped by cocks of sword. The Manipulators of the innocent, the propagandists, preachers, politicians, and prudish poets who judge God by force-feeding their interpretations of creation on the young have their lies come true before them in schizophrenic horror where their own superstitions manifest as ghosts and beat them with their own severed limbs. The Wrathful eat their own hearts on a platter sticking out of the slots between their exposed ribs. Sexual predators suck on sour genitals and tainted milk. The Bureaucratic think that they are actually in purgatory and forever struggle through red-tape thinking that all the paperwork is spiritual retribution, but it will never pay off. The Selfish stare into the reflection formed in the pupil of the inner black hole that reflects the true person within. Clay jars and piñata’s full of organ meat burst out diseases onto children with no future. Dark angels lost in dependent swarms are swept under the table of the Earth’s crust. Pulpy faced children making homes under the shelter of mom’s dress timidly deprive themselves of sensation as small iron armadillos coil like worms and bury themselves into their virgin skin. A flesh fountain with piney tentacles emits frogs, flying fish, and scaly dogs. A shadowy figure holds a crescent-moon-bow and plunges a shooting-star-arrow into a crowd of ravenous blood-drinkers that ride oblong bears and giant hook-nosed serpents with tattered moth wings. Nagging gulls pick out the eyes of those buried in fire-ant infested sands. Crucified on an angel’s harp, weaved in and out of the tightly tuned strings hang diseased seductresses. Mousetrap boats are rowed by stool-pigeons cranking them across seas of boiling semen where bubbles inflate full of the steamy spirits of dark cherubs. Blue eggs are shot out the volcanic anus of a mountain of charred skin and rotten dried clams. Gluttons are fed coins that are shot out their bowels when their arms are pulled like slot machine levers. Beady-eyed chickens plucked red and raw strut and twitch along stabbing the ground in search of worms. The Judgmental One sits on the throne of hell, doomed to sulk in his opinions. He who interpreted God, now interprets Earthly sin without the ability to blink. The tortured souls scream eternally and soon develop a casual language of moans, shrieks, and roars of agony where meaning is discerned from the level of intensity. The old souls have descended into a state worse than pain, one of numb tolerance, unblinking hopelessness, and a sadness so deep that they can no longer scream out in self-pity, but are deaf to existence and shiver in a cold so intense that they appear motionless. This is the black glass lake reflecting Heaven where the first angel punishes the souls for God like the left hand quietly covering the dirty work with quantum jokes. The frozen nauseating balance, the goat mating with the lamb, the shadow outlines the light in the void so the universe can have form. The universal personality split, the brain halved, the sexes formed a mutual disunion, the mirror became a window: a one way door that the soul is catapulted through if the scales of justice tip.

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