nothing after this is true – real-time hyperfiction is #dtf
The newborn mosquito is drunk with desire and hunger as it attempts random approaches to my face, the promised land, continually bobbing under the hot lava lake, confusing all radar and infrared scans. The light breeze and near mist adds more course correction issues than he learned in flight class, and the food animal keeps disappearing into an actual wall of reflective heat, the void, the absent.
***oh dear, oh no, oh my, where did he go, o o o , where did he go o o o, that’s just a red-orange-yellow lake of fire, oh ho oh, where is my dinner, oh, there! he! is. and… gone again, oh no, i’m getting a bit faint, food blood energy life required for… oh okay, there he is, aiming for the bulbous nose, and … gone again… hunger swoon and swoop to the surface of the burning lake, almost taken down by the fumes and steam, where did that food go? he’s back, he’s here, he’s right here, right, left left left, mind the breeze, and the water streaming down his face, let’s go for an ear, and bizzzzzz, it, damn… gone again… we didn’t cover this in class, can i can make it much longer, the mist seems to be increasing, it is going to rain, then i’m fucked… sorry, i learned cursing is bad, but everyone does it, so fuck, this sucks, and this infernal body of flames keeps devouring what i want to devour, his face, his unshaven bearded smelly hippy face, he won’t use OFF thank god, he’s already got a screen porch… what’s next? a zapper? a bug net including the… what’s it called…
the hot lake of food and sorrow…***
more El Mosquitotito the bullshit continues
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