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| Raging in the Tantrum Cage.... | This is the tale of a man who devoured the sun.... | |||||||||||||||||
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Stuck in the consumers market's world. Glued to MTV processed news horrorshow. We are inundated by mass-media garbage on a daily basis. It rots the mind and colours our views, language and identity. In a massive struggle for independence and singular outrageous identity, an entire generation has become numb to the world at large. An army of clones consuming all that is thrown before them... |
This man devoured all that fell in his sight - growing and growing, until he lost all regard for his place in reality... But the world is the real trickster - devouring the devourer... | |||||||||||||||||
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The room was illuminated by the flickering sub-light of static, signaling an end of thought-projection transmissions for the evening. Even the machines had gone to sleep, leaving the airwaves clear of their narcotia. Through the flickering, I glimpsed the living-room world seemingly empty and restricted to the motion-madness only in between the strobe-like flickers. This was done purposefully so as not to appear too conspicuous to passersby and onlookers' gazes - secret operations with no witnesses to raise alarms. By moving only in between the flickers, the world was able to close the distance between itself and its victims undetected, with a natural speed too strange too quantify. Before the victim could blink, he was immersed and the marrow was sucked from his bones : leaving only a mobile husk of hollowed out calcium covered in layers of organs and flesh. Living in - deed. As the flickering static settled in the room, it began to define a gargantuan shape, stirring amongst the furniture foliage. Its massive chest gurgled with the sound of a thousand slumbering infants. It was then that I realized that this was no ordinary creature. Here was a creature that had become so immune to society that it sought refuge in the thought projection transmissions lest the world notice it once again. It recalled a time through frostbitten fog, when it flaunted its evil shamelessly - Never caring or fearing - blissful in its ignorance of the mindful busy eye that had begun turning anti-clockwise to draw him into its terrible view. When the world finally grasped him fully in its gaze, there was to be no turning back. The cards had all been dealt aces high. The world bode its time well and swept in late one night - seeking the creature in its bedchamber as it slumbered. It seeped into the creature's skin and gently filled the creatures veins with its countenance. Through the veins the world raced serpentine, carried along by screaming roiling blood. Through the heart and pumped to the brain, until it had saturated the creature's system with itself, until the creature was the same creature no more, but a victim of its own machinations and complacency. A true victim of the world. | ||||||||||||||||||
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