Pell-Mell
Pell-mell, my spell! Who do we tell? Lost souls, thy frenzied
hate! Kill! Knell! Huge black and red jaws appeared in the air
through cracks of reality, folded over one another like the
lines of a paper airplane. With teeth of glowing coals, they
began at once to consume their shrieking victims. Strange
were these titans to behold, and awful. One looked like a
carnivore-porpoise, another like a mutant crab. They went
flitting in and out of reality as they ate like air bubbles
a-pop. The effect was somewhat horrible to behold, and
yet, not entirely unfamiliar were these landscapes, as
oddly akin to our own world they for certain were. A dim
redness filled the sky when you looked at the mountains
above? Not quite, for this was not usually done, and
perhaps yellowish orange was the better term anyway.
Shimmering like twilight gossamer, the mayhem works of
the wonder known as life enjoyed daily their repast.
Windy were the fields of doom, and full of bizarre vibes
to stir one's resonance. Dissonant were the discordian
chimes that blew with fate. O fortunate planets of men! -
have you been safe always? Has no barbarity to
blanken thy news-slates ever yet come crashing across
thy borders? The grim abysses below hold within their
depths, then, much that would horrify thy masses! Will,
pulse with life! O intellect, fly like showering sparks!
Heart within, beat a drum-roll out like an exploding
volcano! Creativity requires all these and more, and this
is worth relying on, so that some technology might be
conjured up to spare our numbers from such obstinate
hideousness as these were. Dark is the land where
they dwell, you boob? Waiting for the meat eater
dolphins, are you? That takes plenty of energy - like
eating. The horizon itself seemed to eagerly chomp and
wolf down its ever-coming meal. Huge balrogs and
buffalo seemed inherent in the cloudy sky above. Cracks
in the tapestry of plasma ran like rivers all around and
through everything. Each stunk of darkness, and none
had a name. Tornado of evolving strife, how you preyed
wretchedly upon this key of a chasm! The
frequency-beings there were like moving faces from
head to toe, and cartoonish were the myriad looks upon
them. Lightning of the gods, struck is the asphalt before
our failing eyesight, and bubbling up like molten glass or
lava is our terror. O eclipsing sun and moon! Flickering is
thy fire, and flamboyant thy endless massacre.
Hourglass, why? Panicked forever was the world of
pell-mell, for this was its natural state and set and
setting. Pitied are its residents, to be.
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