Want to test yourself?

Immerse yourself in a world of visceral.

Sit and watch the first and last moments of a stillborn foal, steam still rising from its pink fleshy body

It’s birth cradle shredded uterine lining, blood and mucus.

Go ahead really test yourself

Go swimming in a sea of thick black caterpillars

an all consuming mass of dark hairy movement

Enjoy it

take your swimmers.

You want to test yourself? Are you sure

Go prancing in a cancer ward

laughing and pointing

and laughing some more.

No...there will be no tests of this caliber done today

Thank, thank that none shall test their moral fibres in this way

There is a test though

One which is important in verifying the very core of ones character

Kneel and take your beating

let the hard wet slap of knuckles kiss your face over and over

Until you feel unconsciousness beckon

you may not sleep

you must endure

Eventually you will be purple and red

breathing but broken

A conqueror of endurance

Take that test

your soul under magnifying glass

Fire is alive

An alien organism

It’s been around longer than we have

It’s life is usually short

It reaches out to see what it can touch

Flickering and feeling

Like the serpents tongue It tastes the air

It is warmth and light

We may not caress to express our gratitude

Instead we create great monuments

machines of metal or rust

It birthed our world as we know it

And yet we still have no depth in our understanding

We do not understand it’s purpose or afterlife

Only two phrase from its dialect

Swallow and burn

I am ape boy.

My knuckles are hard and my arms are long

Watch me bang my chest and ruffle my neck

My cries are loud.

Warriors envy my strength and my fire

One day I will become ape man I will swallow the world

For now I wait

Testing my strength

quarrels of survival

I succeed

I wait more

When I finish my conquest

I’ll leave this world with a hiss

For now I wait

The great Sultan Mahmūd of Ghaza is reborn through me. I shall continue the lineage through conquest and feats.

First I shall conquer my provinces dining hall...Big Mikey’s Burger shack. I sent an envoy earlier this week, my offer of peaceful domination was declined.

So we mount archers in the morning. Place battlements at lunch and attack in the afternoon. Many lives will be shed, it will all be worth it though the first bounty in a line of many.

Dear loyalists. The battle did not go as expected. We had captured the hold and staked our claim. However we did not account for the arrival of a retaliation party known as the ‘police’. Our armour was no match for their ‘guns’. We lost many good men.

Now I am held in their keeps dungeon. I must endure for the sake of my bloodline. I must live.

I love your cancer, it’s my favourite thing.

It’s harsh to say but alas it’s true. There’s something so fascinating about watching you struggle and paddle and wriggle and worm. Accept it my friend, let it take you with grace. It is fate after all. You should feel lucky, to be hand picked by the black. A delicious meal to be eaten. Do not be spiteful and do not be sad. What wonderful things were you to achieve hmm, oh a great many I suppose. It’s better for you and better for me, I’ll take your dust as your form fades. For I am decay. You may spit in my face but I’ll wipe it away with a grin. Enjoy your black babe that builds in ur blood, which smothers you slow and boils your breath. Remember my friend you may hate it but there is no cruelty behind chance actions.