From: meachen@med.wcc.govt.nz (Sarcophagus No 23)
Subject: FLESH CHAMBER 9
Date: 20 Jun 93 01:49:03 GMT

I am posting this on behalf of AAKHAN who has not got access to the
net currently. This is a first posting.
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Red


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FLESH CHAMBER 9  	by Adonis Disfgure
#One

tHe rOOM
tHe sPACE
tHe bEING

Subject: Ruin Object
Stipulated: Stream(para-humanoid)
Scape: Dream (dynamic,unspecified) 		

			DRONE ON. (YAWN)

The Demon is trapped under the floor boards of the lord above- resting its
leaking appendages on my ceiling _ its filthy arse _ the wide smear _ from its
seed _ the demon seed ____ hmmm wasn't that a movie? _ a Song? _ a song in a
movie? - shit that's pits! My memory is like a stack of half melted fisches -
 random like fuck - no coherence - chronological my arse! - well never mind
- yes the stain from the semen - The demon's semen! - oh we! we are in the
pulp zone now - blatant bloody porno - bloody slantslited manga _ years of
manga _ years of garbage comsumption has welded into my dreams - OH! all those
little angels _ trapped in those sterile vials in the sperm banks drip fed with
genetically fucked goats blood _ it just rips my heart out, rubs it with the
coarsest sander _ but it was only a job _ YOU belive me don't you Stream? - all
those little darlings suspended in cryogens - I did my best _ but I was only
there to monitor _ to witness their fall from grace _ from the perch of holy
pure innocence _ IT WAS JUST A FUCKING JOB! _ the stains, the stains, I can't
wash them off my hands _ look at my hands _ they are raw __ peeling _ but the
blood keeps surging surfacing on my palms _ but I keep washing it off _I_
know _ its their blood _ there are hundreds and thousands of them _ columns
after columns _ I saw them breathing _ I saw them dead. I saw them dead and
breathing _ and evil _ and beautiful _ their spirits in different stages of
removal _ that was so incredible _ the transition _ the suction of humanity_
the hurt in their little half closed eyes _ drained _ and then the flush of
evil _ I can swear I saw them grow a few inches when it happened _ drops of
blood dribbling from their gentials _ that was when I had to drain the tanks_
 their faces grow harsher by an invisible tint _ their auras _ thickened _
darkened to a dark chocolate sludge _ the stains, the stains _ the fucking
stains from the demons semon has eaten through my ceiling _ the rice waffer
cardboard filmslu shit...."it dribbles down ward to the floor _ long
translucent streaks _ and solidifies _ my room is full of disgusting thin
deformed columns _ its like a forest _ its like a maze _ they are everywhere
_ I keep hacking them up with my machete and eating them. this shit is
hellucenographic _ I just drop on the floor watch another dribble ooze down
from the ceiling _ in slo-fucking-mo _ watch another column form and fall
asleep and dream of beautiful evil babies....."

			....AND ON (YAWN)

Ruin drones on - and on, the best thing to do is let her rave on.
She's hooked, wired and drugged _ and I am patient, impatient, willing, half
willing and listening, waiting. She's paying, shes the trick, she's the jane.
And I am the room around her, the space inside her head, the ocean of impulses
she floats in, I am the whore she is tagging - yearning to touch. I am the
wingless, sexless holographic paradox that she carved and moulded with the
chisels of her love, her LUST into an eager geisha, a flawless goddess,
everything she needs, a listener, a lover, luminous eyes, soft lips, perfect
tits and a shaven pussy _ but _ but I am the room nothing more _ a chamber
with silicon for brains and fiberoptics for guts - bitstreams for mind and
flexiglass monitors for sight, with holes bored through my walls wired to
my mind, my eyes, my guts. I am just another flesh chamber the ninth door
in the fuck market. But I am more - a bit more - I think - I dream - I hurt.
I had a sick fuck with a sick sense of humor for a TEK. Encoding, encryted
druid spells into my base routines. I've had dreams of trees, of being a
tree _ I evolve with the tree, the branches turning into limbs, shedding
twigs and leaves _ and the trunk that melts into a torso and a belly.

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This is the first of a few installments of the story "FLESH CHAMBER 9"
copyrighted to AAKHAN, you are free to use any or all of the charactors,
settings, situations in any context whatsoever, just email me care of
meachen@blade.wcc.govt.nz  a copy of your related material and mention
me by my pen name aDONIS diSFIGURE.

love peace and razor blades