Once again, this is appropriate...
Dec. 15th, 2003 10:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elucrehMy brain is dead. Dead. Dead. Dead like a pig past butchering day. It’s been slaughtered, squealing piteously, its throat exposed to harsh steel and slit in gushings of blood, until there was only a drained husk of a flabby carcass left.
They hauled it, banging across the ground, through dust and mud and stale pools of its own urine before scalding it and scraping off its protective layers. They hacked it crudely into hunks that could be encased in plastic and labeled. They grilled it slowly over coals straight from Hell’s infernoes, occasionally poking a knife into it, until all the juices that were once lifeblood were cooked away.
They carved it into bits and put it into their jaws and ground and ground it between their incisors and enveloped it in their dissolving saliva until it could be squeezed down long, muscley tubes into a pit of acid, its last remaining value sucked down tentacle villi to give sadistic energy to the things that feed off young agonies.
My mind in now a lost, useless lump, sunk in a porcelain bowl, wending its way down to sewers where rats will come to gnaw at it.
My brain is dead. Dead. Dead. Dead as a hog after butchering.
They hauled it, banging across the ground, through dust and mud and stale pools of its own urine before scalding it and scraping off its protective layers. They hacked it crudely into hunks that could be encased in plastic and labeled. They grilled it slowly over coals straight from Hell’s infernoes, occasionally poking a knife into it, until all the juices that were once lifeblood were cooked away.
They carved it into bits and put it into their jaws and ground and ground it between their incisors and enveloped it in their dissolving saliva until it could be squeezed down long, muscley tubes into a pit of acid, its last remaining value sucked down tentacle villi to give sadistic energy to the things that feed off young agonies.
My mind in now a lost, useless lump, sunk in a porcelain bowl, wending its way down to sewers where rats will come to gnaw at it.
My brain is dead. Dead. Dead. Dead as a hog after butchering.
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Date: 2003-12-15 06:36 pm (UTC)It may not seem like it at this moment, but you shall endure. The world is waiting for you! Don't give up. :)
P.S. I couldn't help but be reminded of the film Hannibal whilst you so carefully described all the pig-related details. *shudder*
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Date: 2003-12-15 06:40 pm (UTC)Re-reading it after a good night's sleep, I laughed. I still do laugh. But every once in a while it comes back and I feel more like it's too true to be funny. This morning was one of those days.
I've never seen Hannibal...is it really that bad?
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Date: 2003-12-15 06:54 pm (UTC)Yes. In more ways than one. At least it had Gary Oldman in it, although you could never tell except for the flashback. :)
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Date: 2003-12-15 10:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-16 01:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-16 01:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-16 02:50 am (UTC)ROFL, "...i got better!"
we need a shrubbery! :D
do you make all these, or are you just really good at finding funny ones? ;)
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Date: 2003-12-16 11:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-16 04:27 am (UTC)*snort*
I can't make them - I use other people's icons. (With credit, of course). But if you ever have a brilliant idea, and want a nifty animated icon made, there's a fab website here where you can ask for an icon to be made. This one I'm using was made by Chase, who runs the site, and it's a great service. Superfriendly, too.
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Date: 2003-12-16 02:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-16 04:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-16 10:59 pm (UTC)lol, that's funny it was just not what i wanted to hear before eating :p
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Date: 2003-12-16 02:53 am (UTC)