delírios expulsos, amantes passados

And he could no longer hold it. It was gross and heavy like dry sweat would make him feel. It was poisonous and crappy, he could actually feel the acid coming out of the hole on his stomach.

Wrath. His, God’s, everybody else’s. Twirling, revolving, blowing his guts up and out.

Up and out. Up and out, he shouted. Up to the top and out of this world. Blow your fucking head off, they won’t miss it. Just make sure it goes up and out. I gotta watch it.

Let him do it. It’d be like an orgasm if he had the chance to blow God’s head off! Have you seen His head?

God ain’t a woman! Lucifer is! And she is mad at them. At Him, specifically. Put it on fire. God’s gotta see His lamb burning.

She told him He didn’t care. Who God?, he asked, and she twisted his world. He tried to blow God’s head off, but missed it. It was actually his head. Better this way than any other, his spread bloody brain thought.

Lucifer laughed.

Brainstorming.

KADICHARI M.