Have you ever dreamt of that giant shaker filled with
writhing infants? Three stories tall, or more, stuffed to the top with muffled
screams and half-bald soft-skulled humans dripping in brown slime...do you know
it? It haunts me constantly, both when my
eyes are open and when they are closed.
It haunts me as I blink. I can
never see where it sits. Perhaps it is
floating in space. I have seen it turned
upside down by who-knows-who, shaking up and down in a horrible arc that covers
the face of the moon. Babies tumble out
in a cloud…like wingless bees thrown free from their nest by a half-benevolent
god. What a sight.
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