He wipes his lenses and looks at the blurry screen. He quietly realizes that he has not really written much since he can't see the screen. Can't see the screen can't see the key board.
Looking at the Sun Demon during the eclipse had been the final blow to his old retinas. Waving his fingers in front of his face he was able to behold the horned Sun, the most beautiful and awe inspiring Devil he had ever seen. What was his first reaction to this sight. Yes. Jubilation. He reached down and grabbed a handful of playground wood chips and tossed them high into the air with a shout of joy.
Eyes settle in in the page. What? All I had was the awkward begininn? His fingers force the brain to type correctly. Fingers have to be brought back to the finger nibs on F and J. but the back clacking from delete is driving him batty. This inability to type makes writing so difficult. THis illertarcy is astoingd.
Dark dangers. The street life. Star Gate Authority.
Cactus in a jar. Its dying to get into Infictive. Jumps off the desk.
Green icicles of slime. Frozen slime? this place went ICE quick.
I look at the cactus and its starts telling me how much it hates rabbits. How it shoves its spines into the rabbits soft nose when they even sniff the moisture. Having moisture in the desert makes a person defensive...everyone is out to drink the very 70% water you are made of.
I get that he means rats and mice too, but the cactus is all about effect. He wants to go to the softest of creatures with the cute twitching noses to get effect. Its a terrible thing.
Cactus. Probably blown from off Mars when they went Splatter Boom. Cactus and Germans. In fact, we speculate that White People are actually Martians. Hmmm. Armies of Knights. All prickly with rows of lances, spears, swords, pikes and all sorts of horrid poking things.
The jar with three captured agents. Earwig still seems to be alive. The two maggots that were found in the living room were not able to survive.Perhaps the earwig will be able to eat the carcass of the maggot.
In both cases they were just the manifestations of some horrid probing on the ethers. The aires become wiggly with a sick writhing, such an insectoid slithtering, that it actually exudes bugs in its place. While the bug alone is disgusting it is an attempt to hide an even more hideous reality. We intend by captureing the physical manifestation of these attacks that we can form a link to the attackers.
At the same time I wander through a scrap of book we found floating in drift, of an idyllic little town with thse trees that are so cool. Only now do I see the purple colors and how it mixes with the greens. See, its the plant life. Cactus is still trying to tune in...
insect eating plants. thousands of them. spawned upon the vast and open planes of astral sea that surround our meager little towns and settlements. Showers of wet seeds ejaculate from bursting flowers and settle on the black void and spring up as thin filiments of light. threads. articulating into flower forms with complex hunting and digestion organs.
Plants pulling their roots out of the ground and walking around.