pimpchichi
06-02-2001, 02:00 AM
the dust mite was gumming a bit of skin tissue and semen layered in more than a decade of microscopic mould... the stale taste of the blood corpuscle cookie it'd just finished blended well with the old salad flavour on the skin bit... suddenly seismic shaking of the concrete floor and deep subsonic booming echoes of Its.. man planets.. stirred excitement...
she could hear a thousand million voices sing in adoration....
food. sleep. eggs. the young would aboard the Its.. the man mountains...
she sang....
within the gumming mandible the skin flake discharged a spark of piezo current... some carbon and iron embedded by a tattoo artist in singapore resonated... the haemoglobin nearby hummed in unison... together the sepulchural residents of the dark tomb exulted... food. sleep. eggs.
each in their way made ready...
the atmosphere began to humidify and more micro planet specks awoke and joined in expectant praise... Its.. man planets... fresh blood.. live tissues... a hundred million virus dimensions made complicated wagers on lodging for a night or so...
outside an open window a lone roach caught the whisper of joy... giving thanks it waved at the sky...
three sun cycles later the Its left... it was months before they finished their party leftovers... virus bets paid in mutations... mites and mates thought of distant children out in the world of bright lights... the bit of dung the mite had made with skin and blood and fungus echoed in the memory of this bright time....
she could hear a thousand million voices sing in adoration....
food. sleep. eggs. the young would aboard the Its.. the man mountains...
she sang....
within the gumming mandible the skin flake discharged a spark of piezo current... some carbon and iron embedded by a tattoo artist in singapore resonated... the haemoglobin nearby hummed in unison... together the sepulchural residents of the dark tomb exulted... food. sleep. eggs.
each in their way made ready...
the atmosphere began to humidify and more micro planet specks awoke and joined in expectant praise... Its.. man planets... fresh blood.. live tissues... a hundred million virus dimensions made complicated wagers on lodging for a night or so...
outside an open window a lone roach caught the whisper of joy... giving thanks it waved at the sky...
three sun cycles later the Its left... it was months before they finished their party leftovers... virus bets paid in mutations... mites and mates thought of distant children out in the world of bright lights... the bit of dung the mite had made with skin and blood and fungus echoed in the memory of this bright time....