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@58kill
Breakfast.
Three Eggs.
Two Hollowpoints.
One Mandarin,
Halved.
i think if you stopped time and brought a gorilla to a new york deli and then started time again it wouldnt even be startled like it would immediately peruse the menu and order a reuben in sign language
Sorry
But Did I Hear You Correctly
?
In My Infancy
I Would Indulge Myself
In Wild Bouts Of Play.
Whipping Grapes At The Wall As Hard As Possible
And Watching Their Taut Skins Snap Open
Wet Streaks On The Concrete Walls
Of My Enclosure.
How I Yearned
To Be That Grape.
How I’d Love To Displease My King.
And Be Subjected
To New And Creative Punishments.
Like Being Loaded
Into The Sling
Of A Trebuchet.
And Launched,
Arcing,
At The Wall Of The Enemy Fortress.
To Shatter,
Wetly.
And Bathe Protestants In My Steaming Gore.
God.
I Miss You,
Walled Cities.
Dartboards
That You Were.
If You Have A
Trash Compactor
At Your Apartment
Workplace
Or Church
Etc.
By All Means
Direct Message Me
How I’d Love To Displease My King.
And Be Subjected
To New And Creative Punishments.
Like Being Loaded
Into The Sling
Of A Trebuchet.
And Launched,
Arcing,
At The Wall Of The Enemy Fortress.
To Shatter,
Wetly.
And Bathe Protestants In My Steaming Gore.
God.
Layers Upon Layers.
Muscle, Flesh.
Muscle, Flesh.
Muscle, Flesh.
I Can Survive Atmospheric Entry. OK?
this post makes me feel like we’re the only survivors on a space station hurtling towards certain doom & this Really Big Ape is trying to reassure me that he’ll make it back home safe even if the station’s final escape pod can only fit me inside
i’m holding back tears… thank you, reuben…
I Am The Final Escape Pod.
Are You Ready?
Imagine launching from a soon-to-implode space ship and your only escape was being cocooned in the massive burly arms of Reuben the Gorilla. Imagine him curling over you as you re-enter the atmosphere to act as a heat shield and you can smell the hairs scorching on his back but when you look up all you see is a solemn and calm gorilla face as if this was his one duty in life to fulfill. Imagine realizing there’s no possible way you could survive landing in the ocean at your velocity but the gorilla reconfigures into what is unmistakably the most elegant diving pose you’ve ever bore witness to, one arm pointed towards the sea and the other pressing you into his massive gorilla body, protecting your head from impact with the overhang of his pectorals. Imagine the cannon-like crack of piercing the water surface, how for a moment the sheer mass of gorilla surrounding you protected you from all contact with the water though you should’ve been entirely submerged; imagine the shocking immobilizing coldness of the ocean enveloping you a hundred feet down, and as you slowly drown in the salty sea the gorilla grabs your hand and kicks with all his stubby little gorilla-legged might towards the surface. Imagine fainting before you breach, your last sight being gorilla hairs waving in the current, so peaceful, so warm.
Ha.
Mmm
Imagine launching from a soon-to-implode space ship and your only escape was being cocooned in the massive burly arms of Reuben the Gorilla. Imagine him curling over you as you re-enter the atmosphere to act as a heat shield and you can smell the hairs scorching on his back but when you look up all you see is a solemn and calm gorilla face as if this was his one duty in life to fulfill. Imagine realizing there’s no possible way you could survive landing in the ocean at your velocity but the gorilla reconfigures into what is unmistakably the most elegant diving pose you’ve ever bore witness to, one arm pointed towards the sea and the other pressing you into his massive gorilla body, protecting your head from impact with the overhang of his pectorals. Imagine the cannon-like crack of piercing the water surface, how for a moment the sheer mass of gorilla surrounding you protected you from all contact with the water though you should’ve been entirely submerged; imagine the shocking immobilizing coldness of the ocean enveloping you a hundred feet down, and as you slowly drown in the salty sea the gorilla grabs your hand and kicks with all his stubby little gorilla-legged might towards the surface. Imagine fainting before you breach, your last sight being gorilla hairs waving in the current, so peaceful, so warm.
Ha.
What I Wouldn’t Give
To Be Whipped At A Wall.
At Mach One.
And Just Shatter.
Wetly.
Like A Grape.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Rustle.
Crunch.
Tortilla Chip.
After Tortilla Chip.
After Tortilla Chip.
Lifestyle.
Halloween.
Again.
“Trick Or Treat.”
What I Wouldn’t Give
To Be A
“Butterfinger.”
Crushed.
Under The Tire
Of A #Lexus
Driven By A Wealthy Woman.
Yeah.
bro what?
Huh.
Your Floors.
What Kind Of Floors Are In Your Home?
Carpet?
Hardwood?
I’m
“Green With Envy”
At The Chewed-Gum
Carelessly Stuck
To The Bottom Of The
Diner-Table
Being Scraped
Viciously
By A Bus-Boy
“Hubba Bubba”
Halloween.
Again.
“Trick Or Treat.”
What I Wouldn’t Give
To Be A
“Butterfinger.”
Crushed.
Under The Tire
Of A #Lexus
Driven By A Wealthy Woman.
Yeah.
Mmma.
My Veins.
Ugh.
Like Taut-Cords Drawn Across My Bulging Frame.
How Easy Would It Be To...
Just.
Snip.
And Watch Me Gush.
Fuck With Me.