After the inevitable masturbation, feelings of being dirty/disgusting seems impossible to get rid of. His sexually reproductive organ look simply hideous, and it quickly becomes the only thing he can think of. That organ, with those fluids, in that high temperature, soon found in a greasy, plastic, rainbow-radiating showering space.
The mirror is, like everything else, greasy, and radiating in all the colours of the rainbow. On the other end of the mirror stands a creature so disgusting and so ugly that he finds it hard to look at it. Soon, the mirror is no longer standing in one piece. Unfortunately, breaking the mirror doesn’t appear to make the creature on the other end disappear, and neither does it make it easier for him to escape from the inevitable fact that there is only one creature in that room.
If the creature stays inside, the creature is overwhelmed by constant fear of the police knocking down the door. Due to auditory enhancement, it’s not hard to hear the most subtle of sounds from neighbours so far, far away. Those neighbours probably hear the creature just as clearly as the creature hears them, surely. If the creature steps outside the door, there’s a bear behind every tree, a robber behind every corner and a policeman in every car. As such, the creature stays inside.
The body of the creature is shaking, and an enormous stomach-ache and diziness makes it hard for the creature to even stand up straight. Soon the body hits the floor, crumbling together in an attempt to dissolve into a single, vibrating atom at the end of a rainbow-radiating tunnel. The creature screams, sings out of tune, cries... A few moments later, the only thing coming out of the creature’s mouth are vibrations matching the echoing sound of the roaring refrigerator.
No matter where the creature rests it’s eyes, there will be a clown, a skull, a demon… Everything the mind fears takes shape in small, rotating rainbow fractals. Every once in a while, these fractals merge together into a single, giant wolf, ready to swallow the creature whole.
Feelings of shame, loneliness and utter helplessness eat up whatever sense of security that happens to be left in the creature.
At last, the creature completely loses its conscious control of itself. A few hours later, the creature regains concious control of its body. He looks around, and sees a household with broken paintings, shattered electronics, and food all over the floor. “KILL ME!”, the creature screams...
The only answer to be heard to the creature's agonising scream, is the never-ending roar of the vibrating refrigerator.
Submitted September 29, 2017 at 06:11AM by throwlsdincan http://ift.tt/2fv3LvA LSD
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