Where it Comes From
So my mom was thinking, and what she thought about was a crocodile or alligator, or some fuck-off big lizard, only it had human eyes. So she tells me, and I'm thinking: what if it paints eyes on itself, human style eyes, so that when it comes around, and it slinks, because, my dears, fuckers can slink, like their serpenty cousins, it can slink right to being upright on hind legs and look at you. You can't stare down all those eyes at once, can you? So when it's had its wicked way with you, it can paint a few more. You would think that one or two would do, for your one life or your two eyes (not nec. in that order, sorry to say), but the damned thing (or things) cheat, and they can get five or six eyes painted on their scales just for you and you alone (some can go as high as a dozen, but I suspect that they view that as gauche). But, of course their eye-eyes are human eyes, too. I mean, what do you think they do with those things, after they've had them out their victims but wear them around in their blind, empty sockets. This is what we talk about.
Published on October 10, 2011 03:48
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