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Thought Experiments

You spend all day in train stations, trying to arrange an accident and a heroism. Last week, you poisoned cats in boxes until you ran out of excuses at the pet store. You have your clipboard and your hardhat, and you instruct the railworkers to start welding things together on the tracks. It is urgent. You want a real fat man to stand on the yellow lines when the train comes in, but he’s standing stock still and your workers all get off the track in time. The train starts screeching to a halt and that’s when I push you.

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Eat your twin in utero; get born. Forever have a hollow feeling with you, never feel sated. Always eat, always carry your twin with you. This world is a circus, and you are the sideshow. You eat all the food you can eat, read all the books you can read. Voraciously. Line your throat with candle grease, eat more. Visit your mother in the hospital. Listen to her talk gibbously about her hunger, how you were born and how you were food. They took you away from her. Wonder now, if that was the right decision.

Eat at Olive Garden.

they will be wrong of course

you wake up in the absence of moonlight to a shocking realization related to the way you’re going to die soon, any day any year now. you know perfectly well that you’re going to die but there’s a bitter taste on your fat tongue and a six-legged chill crawling its way up your spine: there are people out there with ideas about who you are, who you really really are deep down underneath the personality and the skin and the bone. that and nothing else will be what is left of you: strangers’ hastily formed impressions of an insignificant person.