Writers as Kids: Wishspells & Frequencies

Writing by Christopher Higgs

Pictured: Sam Pink

We seashell seaviolent images reach tiny tendrils to tranquilate tiny human tiny humanity finding humanity tiny and tranquil.  Such grotesquery in the seafoam of seadreams and seachanting. 

Little fucking humanities, little fucking fivefingerfivetoe monstrosities.  How urgent we need to come apocalypse.  How urent.  How urrrghent, these little whiteskinned organsacks need bludgeoning. 

Rumors elongate the livingspace, we seaviolent sandharpies exclamate: eyesockets and mouthsocket blackcavern like mossyside and hygiene the index of afterlife for indexing the mossyside. 

Repeat the masterplan, the Master’s plan, the plan to end humanity.  First by destroying sandcastles and popsicles and chocolatecookies and sunnydays and family outings and happyways and the most ultimate homosapienugliness: smiling!  smiling!  Smiling must go, must exit, must soon be eradicated. 

These happyfaced trolls lampooning their human disguises.  What mockery!  What vanity! What upstaging untranquil fasten down the latch of inscantity!  My heavens, my opening of the disheveled legions of terrorific balderdash and flamboyantdestructionry.

Eat fire, little human, eat fire! 

Comments

[panoptican]

haha, ok. that was wicked in the most lyrical sense possible.