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Beyond The Endless Vortex Of Shattered Nightmares

Kevin Krylyanstachiemanoczielikiewiczsky, 1OH

The sweet low harsh smell of congealing blood gathered piquantly in his flared nostrils like a caterpillar breaking through a plate-glass window, he opened one eye and then closed it again, then he opened the other eye a little bit differently from the way he had opened the first eye and then he closed that too, he could hear the camp commandant barking out his orders like a demented king prawn in an Algiers bordello, and always at the back of his mind which was coddled like a warm cornfield in the autumn breeze that swept the hills beyond his native village which lay embedded in the lush countryside of the land which he loved but which was now so far away and separated by yawning miles of gaping somethingness and yet nothingness was the name of Erica his lost sweetheart, in his clouded mind's bloodshot and yet oh so clear eye he could see her leaning on the parapet of the bridge over the river that wound its wearisome way between the soaring peaks of the mountains which swept down into the river that wound ... but someone was calling to him, come here "it said", then came the sharp crack of the rifle-butt as it hit again and again into the small of his back, again and again he felt the pain like the blossoming of some poisonous sea-urchin, again and again the pain came back, again and again, and then everything was darkness only this was darkness curiously bright with invisible light that seemed to be coming from nowhere but also from somewhere at the same time, he reached hesitantly into his carrier-bag for his trusty Schickelgruber .77 automatic self-cleaning combat grenade launcher and there it was nestling like a baby albatross in its mother's downy pouch and he thought of her again, the spacecraft inched its way towards the asteroid belt as the old drunk fell down in the gutter next to a can of mockingly-labelled pork luncheon meat, at last he realised what it had all been for but, before he could say anything ...