The Mezunian

Gen I apparently isn’t the only 1 with derpmons.

I. You think you’re safe from the HAND. You’re wrong. Nobody can ‘scape its righteous wrath. We are mere flesh bags with brains full o’ insects compared to our deductive master. Don’t be prideful ‘nough to think you are free from its natural unnatural rule— to this mighty fist stomping on inferior human minds fore’er […]

Now no longer shrouded in her multilayered robe & drama mask—now in her freakish true form—she walks up to Everyone & hands her a pocket book with a blank cover in worn dry-orange leather. This was the pocket book that held the secret key to dismantling her whole operation. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I didn’t […]

A pot luck is a thick gumbo that mixes various media & genres together into a thick gumbo. It’s my scrapbook where I keep all my leaves, my schedules, my studies, my research, my poetry, my anecdotes, my memos, my doodles, my recipes, my cheat codes, my passwords, my top 13 lists, my diary, my […]

Rain scattered o’er his face & chin & eyeballs. The sky was bluer than blue chairs. He was hungry. He was skeleton thin. His joints were somehow both sore from sleeping on the drywall & numb from the ice box in his heart. His fingers were crawling with hangnails. ‘Twas while trudging through the sky’s […]

You clocked you could get waves from me, but the pan came back, the pan came back with 2 pounds a back & there’s no going crack. & then John Jacob Whistlemeyer, having gotten done with his cracked reveries in his sour soup tin while ponderplating Cheerios, Good Day, Sir, wiped his nose & began […]

Today I opened this ancient scroll in indecipherable lettering whose contents spoke o’ a world so twisted & so bleak that no mere words could describe it, even though these words did. So hideous were these words that they struck my brain like a firebolt, causing my limbs to shake uncontrollably, as if my nerves […]

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