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“childbirth” andre masson

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paralyzed in bed, a green beam of light about the thickness of a basketball comes through the ceiling, and shines through my skull. an unfamiliar alphabet lines the beam, as it rotates. it slowly dissipates as i regain mobility

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after getting out of my chair and crawling into bed, i can feel the corner of my mouth contort upwards as my face is twisted into a spiral. while sitting up i can feel torment and mockery towards me before my friend laughs and tells me that my face looks funny. embarrassed, i tell him to get out of my room, and he does. laying back down in bed against the wall, the view of my room breaks down into an array of small colorful spirals and the air starts to feel hot and tropical. i start to feel as if i’m sitting in a shallow river flowing through an aztec city, and for a brief moment i can see the ancient stonework above me. i need to take control of my environment somehow so i get up out of bed and take out the record thats spinning, but not before turning off only one of two speakers in an attempt to stop the music.

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[ai-generated xxxtentacion song and music video]

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im hanging out with my friend and his dad, in their garage. i notice their house is messier than usual as i head upstairs to use the bathroom. a kitten follows me in, its coat is a bright cartoony red, except for its face which is a gray tabby.

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three hogs chase me up a telephone pole as im walking through a familiar neighborhood at dawn.

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my mother shoots my father in the gut, and i shave my head with a brick.

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my friend has a dream that i showed up at their house, knocking on the front door very early in the morning. i’m devastated and hysterical, and while pulling out my hair i tell them that pjackk has died.

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the sun is setting soon. it’s saturated light is glowing brighter in the time before it will sink away, and in it theres a tight network of brick buildings with pipes running between them. their rooftops are at different heights and a layer of grease covers every surface.

my ex girlfriend says something about how the place reeks of insects, and then i notice the swarms of flies around. then she says the portals are opening, and i see the number 6 appear on the surface of the roof. a circular hole then forms over it.

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an old deserted high school gym is filled with water, and the ceiling stretches up absurdly high. inside this building is another one, an auxiliary gym enclosed within the structure.

a group of old men and i are hanging just above the water line from rusted metal rafters. we drop down and swim back and forth. way down below on the ground a shadowy figure walks by.

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after heading down three flights of stairs and across the parking lot with a wal-mart bag of trash in hand, a tall figure of five giant rubber bands linked together appears from behind the dumpster. it slowly chases me back to my apartment, its limbs slinking through the air in slow-motion. my door is locked.

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a wooden fortification sits on an island hillside. its square floor is surrounded by a short wall, and the whole thing sits about 5 feet above the ground, with a ramp of logs descending around it’s perimeter. patches of snow melt around the grass below.

i stand in the corner of this structure, looking out into the night, over the island. when i look down, sitting in the opposite corner is a small, bronze skinned alien. its small, fat body has thin and short limbs, and its tall, rectangular head has a flat top, with many layers of wrinkles along its forehead. it has giant, black almond eyes and its face tapers down into a small chin. it gives me a captivating stare i physically can’t look away from, with an innocent look like that of a newborn.

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there’s a hard stinger growing out of my tailbone and it’s very uncomfortable. intentionally stinging my hand with it was extremely painful.

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after a long, stressful dream i get out of bed and head into the living room to tell someone about it. my sister and father are here, and they normally aren’t. i start telling my sister about the dream i had, and i start trembling, unable to get the words out as if some force is preventing me.

my sister slips away during my shaking fit, into my mother’s room. after this i had to piss and i walk into the guest bathroom. my clothes are all in the toilet, as my sister had been washing them in there. i couldn’t use this bathroom so i head through my mother’s room to use the master bathroom.

walking through the bedroom i see my mother and sister huddled together, praying for me. my sister looks up at me with a look of fear and disgust, as if she’s sure that i’m not the real me, an imposter. i wake up for a second time after i start to use the bathroom.

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it all becomes clear to me, and i finally understand a plot by the republican party to influence a mutual friend to leap to their death from a popular suicide destination nearby.

i’m afflicted with some sort of dwarfism, my body is small, weak and in pain. i struggle to crawl through the tight space under a bridge in a drainage ditch. i slide my back along a concrete beam, trying to avoid falling into deep, black water on either side, then on the other side i squeeze my head through a tight space between the ditch floor and the bottom of the bridge, as cars and trucks are speeding by just on top. when i manage to crawl out from under the bridge, i walk up the ditch as night quickly falls. i then try and contact a friend to explain what i know about the republicans’ scheme.

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i lay back, eyes closed, and see cracks of bluish-purple light slowly shift around, making thick worm shapes in the negative space. the shapes wrap around each other like a fist or a ball of yarn. this is all i can see, however i sense and feel a much more vivid scene.

i’m sitting alone at the bar at the hottest incorporeal nightclub, and i’m the only human among a bunch of worm entities. i’m the new guy, and i’m the butt of a joke that everybody is in on, except me. i’m having fun anyway, naively happy to be a visitor here.

one of the worms approaches me. they have a 70’s funk style. during some sort of exchange between us they grab ahold of my shirt in a confrontational, yet lighthearted manner. they let go eventually and i come out of the trip.

i sit up, excited to tell my friends about my experience. only then i realize the gravity of my encounter with the entity. showing mercy, it chose not to violently tear my soul away from me.