Speaking of Social Theorists invading dreams, I
dreamt I was eating dinner with Emile Durkheim last night. We were
served terrible meats covered in bitter sauces by naked people while he
explained his theories to me in broken English. When he began explaining
how social norms are born from frenzied emotions I set him on fire.
Everyone else panicked but he simply waved them away.
"Don't help me", he said while he immolated.
He slowly burnt to death at the table, his English improving as flaming
chunks of him dropped on the floor. Once he was dead the naked servers
came and devoured his carcass at our table. They carried his bones
outside and began adding them to a small bone building out back.
"One day this will be great." The naked people explained in unison.
I woke up trusting no one.
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Wednesday, January 30, 2013
New Story at The Shwibly!
You can read my new story 'Three Hits of Hash On Top of One Hit of Weed' right now over at The Shwibly!
Saturday, January 26, 2013
FREDDY HAS A NEW GOD Limited Edtion Chapbook Available For Pre-Order Now
I am very excited to announce my novella FREDDY HAS A NEW GOD is a new LIMITED EDITION chapbook from the one and only Jordan Krall's DYNATOX MINISTRIES. These DYNATOX chapbooks are very high quality chapbooks each filled to the brim with darkly weird greatness. And not only that but all DYNATOX chaps are LIMITED EDITION...FREDDY HAS A NEW GOD will have a print run of 25 copies at $15 a piece...when they are gone, they are gone. Get your grubs on some now!
I am honored to have a title alongside the other authors with works, out not or due in the future, from this majik cult of DYNATOX MINISTRIES.
FREDDY HAS A NEW GOD is one of the oddest things I've ever written. By combining reality and surrealism into a goopy paste I smeared all over my face I tell the story of Freddy and his new fleshy pyramid god. It would be doom, if it wasn't glowing so green. If you enjoy my writing, you sick weirdo, then you'll recognize several reoccurring themes with FREDDY while its total exploding brutality oddness makes for a new poke in your brain. Weird. Brutal. Godly.
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Sunday, January 6, 2013
Everything Is Gonna Be Alright by Jonathan Moon
Everything Is Gonna Be Alright
Seers and priests argue their premonitions of disaster and prophecies of doom with murderous vigor as plans are set in motion. Destiny hangs thick in the air an electric chaos the great kingdom breathes. Everything is gonna be alright.
Thousands of bones have been unearthed in the field, discovered by children at play. They say they will build a tower with them all and it will reach into the heavens. Everything is gonna be alright.
The old king was set ablaze and he burned without a word. His ashes are the color of autumn leaves. Everything is gonna be alright.
A communal fear of the future, so kingless and grim, grips the people. They’ve taken all the children, the future, to the largest temple and set it ablaze in honor of their immolated king. Everything is gonna be alright.
The shaman has turned on his people, cramming lies in their ears and poisons down their throats. Many die but the survivors boast scars on their souls and trust. Everything is gonna be alright.
The prince dove on his sword rather than face this dark new day. His power-mad generals usher forth chaos and war as they battle for his abandoned crown. Everything is gonna be alright.
The queen has been raped by power-mad generals in their delirious quest for a prince of this dark new day. With her jeweled dagger she gives herself to Hell filled with the seed of evil men. Everything is gonna be alright.
The cities are all in ruin, crumpled stone and twisted metal, slippery with blackened ash. The villages are scorched patches of earth dotting devastated countryside. Everything is gonna be alright.
The people have carved out their eyes now, their reality too much too bear. The monsters have shown themselves, they’ve been here all along. Everything is gonna be alright.
The earth, she is bleeding, all of her rivers and oceans have turned to blood. The blind and mad are dancing now, tracking crimson footprints all over the ruins of the kingdom. Everything is gonna be alright.
The skies have turned black, forever tumultuous with the raging smoke from incessantly burning fires. The rain has turned to acid and it sizzles as it eats away flesh and bone and stone and ash. Everything is gonna be alright.
The great serpent has swallowed its tail. Everything is gonna be alright.
You can find more of my work HERE.
Seers and priests argue their premonitions of disaster and prophecies of doom with murderous vigor as plans are set in motion. Destiny hangs thick in the air an electric chaos the great kingdom breathes. Everything is gonna be alright.
Thousands of bones have been unearthed in the field, discovered by children at play. They say they will build a tower with them all and it will reach into the heavens. Everything is gonna be alright.
The old king was set ablaze and he burned without a word. His ashes are the color of autumn leaves. Everything is gonna be alright.
A communal fear of the future, so kingless and grim, grips the people. They’ve taken all the children, the future, to the largest temple and set it ablaze in honor of their immolated king. Everything is gonna be alright.
The shaman has turned on his people, cramming lies in their ears and poisons down their throats. Many die but the survivors boast scars on their souls and trust. Everything is gonna be alright.
The prince dove on his sword rather than face this dark new day. His power-mad generals usher forth chaos and war as they battle for his abandoned crown. Everything is gonna be alright.
The queen has been raped by power-mad generals in their delirious quest for a prince of this dark new day. With her jeweled dagger she gives herself to Hell filled with the seed of evil men. Everything is gonna be alright.
The cities are all in ruin, crumpled stone and twisted metal, slippery with blackened ash. The villages are scorched patches of earth dotting devastated countryside. Everything is gonna be alright.
The people have carved out their eyes now, their reality too much too bear. The monsters have shown themselves, they’ve been here all along. Everything is gonna be alright.
The earth, she is bleeding, all of her rivers and oceans have turned to blood. The blind and mad are dancing now, tracking crimson footprints all over the ruins of the kingdom. Everything is gonna be alright.
The skies have turned black, forever tumultuous with the raging smoke from incessantly burning fires. The rain has turned to acid and it sizzles as it eats away flesh and bone and stone and ash. Everything is gonna be alright.
The great serpent has swallowed its tail. Everything is gonna be alright.
You can find more of my work HERE.
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