Tuesday, 1 December 2009
The Parable of Saint Carcass
Said Vile to himself, "I shall find the Grand beyond, but I must discover who the Knowledgeables are. The man investigated the public records in the Archival Dictations of Existence, but found that the only records pertaining to the Knowledgeables' identities were kept locked in the vaults. So at night the Vile crept into the Dictations, found the key to the vaults, and opened them; but inside stood only an Operational Mannequin. "Mend I what crescendo dirigible find walk past?" said the Mannequin, but Vile did not listen and slew the sprite where it stood. After finding the necessary documents, the Vile left to find the Knowledgeables. Within the forest he found Begotten, the hare. "Dear father," said Vile, "I have come to inquire as to the location of Infinity." But the hare told him nothing of the matter, but said instead, "Said quenched orange devil backs is deed." He would say nothing more, and this angered Vile to violence and he broke the hare's neck with a pebble, and left to find the next Knowledgeable. Vexation, the snapping turtle, was found in the river 's Bleed. "Neglect, I ask that you tell me the way to the Grand Beyond, for I am cordial." said Vile, but the turtle replied, "Wall lynch taste reborn for man unpurchased, sepulcher entice hepatitis" And when nothing more could be coaxed from him, Vile crushed the turtle with a rock. Vile decided it prudent to contract hepatitis, just in case. The result was a bad case of Hepatitis. He then plunged into the dark cave, and inside found Tremble, the blind salamander. Again he entreated to obtain the information, but the amphibian replied, "4-19-2 19-26-5-22 2-12-6 25-22-24-12-14-22 8-12 12-8-8-18-21-18-22-23? 2-12-6-11 25-12-23-2 18-8 11-12-7." And again nothing more was said, so Vile cut him in half with a chair. Atop the mountain Vile met the Tentacle Man with the Hidden Mouth. "Into the Grand Abyss you will thrown, but will be to you as if you aren't there at all. You will never touch, hear, smell, taste, or see the Grand Beyond. Seventeen shall be the sacred number of your Hell!" said the Man, and out of Vile's eyes, two great horns, two out of his ears, two out of his nostrils, one out of his mouth, ten out of his fingertips, upon two cloven feet he fumbled, and his skin burned to cancel the sensation of the Vibrations of Infinity. He wandered about Infinity, his body aching, starving, and his mind rotting. Rotting 'til it bled outside of his head, an aura of decomposition. A third eye, with which he hunted the vibrant and stable; clawing, ramming, goring, but never once experiencing the Grand Beyond or its Vibrations. Alone. The only manner in which he could feed (though it made no difference whether he did or not) was to absorb, from his prison in Infinity, all the dead things on the earth, slowly, painfully. Thus decomposition, rot, stench, and breakdown were born into the Crystal. And so he was, Saint Carcass.
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