Excursions into Madness

Excursions into MaDnEsS


There was a ring that enlarged the asshole.  It allowed the juice to spill freely from the hole.  Such was the Fountain of Scwees.  There were occassional chunks that pop forth with a resounding wet gurgle and splash into your mouth.  Oh the spicy shit with rice chunks.


Wilbur looked up from the bathroom stall and thought about those words.  Who would write something like that?  He had seen some sick shit in his years on the road but nothing like that.  Well he was blasting out a massive blob of rotting flesh when it hit him.  The giant blade slashed up from the toilet.  It carved into the dripping cheek.

Every time her cunt would get cheesy Greta would get the dog to eat the fish cream.  But on this particular day her cunt erupted in the middle of the checkout line at the grocery store.  Hot, festering cheese slid down her leg.  She smiled and smeared some of the cheese on the checkout kid.

Lisa squeezed the throbbing boil on her neck.  It burst and the yellow puss landed on some guy in the forth row.  He picked up the leftover bits.

Son, now with this new job and the new house on the way I think you should hear my final advice.  You’ll be on your own so listen up.  This got me through some rough years.  If you ever meet a man who throws his feces be cautious.  It is a sign of possible instability.  Cherish those words, feces or no.
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The New King: part A

His name used to be Stephen.  That was long ago in The Time of Light.  Now he was just another thing, another scavenger, scouring The Blasted Lands, searching for the dead flesh that would sustain him.  The ruined cities were a haven for the few survivors of 2020.
Dead rats were a common banquet.  Stephen had developed a fondness for their dirty hair and protein-rich fleas.  No flesh was off limits in this world.  A month earlier he had stumbled upon a wondrous bounty; the dead body of an old man.  Amazingly it had not yet been discovered by the others.  It fed him for three weeks; three blessed weeks of gorging.  The finest weeks of his new life.  And why had they been saved when most had perished?  What slight chemical differences in their bodies made them immune to the virus?  It didn’t matter now, however.  The Death Sweep was quick.  It took three days for it to pass over the entire planet and death came within hours of the onset.  The governments and corporations that could have discovered a cure just didn’t have the time.  Now they are all dead.  Except of course these few rogues, these Scavengers of Flesh.  Stephen looked up at the sky.  The characteristic red clouds were hanging low, signs of a nearby battle between The Night Source Coalition and The Children of Garchin.  Stephen chewed on a rat sack and wondered what would happen next.....

-To Be Continued-