JUSTIN RANDS
The fly enters the dim lite room and lands on the wall.
He sees a bajallion different views of the room.
The wall is vibrating.
The fly hears music.
It is going vbooom vbooom vbooom.
The fly takes a shit on the white wall
Then rubs its hands together
"It is cold in here" he says aloud to no one.
He looks down.
There are these huge pale looking creatures sitting around.
They are not saying anything.
They are all holding something.
Someone is holding a sword.
Another is holding a bazzokah but has a red cup of liquid in the other
Another is holding their heart with a disturbed frightened look on their face.
Two others are holding each others faces and using their tongues
to explore each others souls.
A large flat illuminated rectangle box hangs is stapled to the ceiling.
Images of flesh dance across the screen.
Two pale creatures are rubbing parts of their body together
and making O faces with their mouths.
Ughh, Ummpfghhh, OOo, Ahhh
The fly rubs its hands together
and feels excited
It takes another shit on the wall
This shit isn't as stable as the last and slowly starts to drip
down the white wall.
"Lookie Lookie, Here comes hookie!" the man with the sword yells.
The person holding their heart has passed out and his
juices are flowing on the floor
The two people that were using their tongues are now
rolling on the floor in the juice without their peices of cloth on.
Ummpghh , Oo, ahhh
The fly takes off and circles the room
around and around and around
he never gets tired of the view
he has tried to escape before but couldn't
he kept ramming into an invisible forcefield
His shit is everywhere.
Another creature walks into the room
A calm one
He is also carrying something
It is a dildo
He throws it at the fly and laughs
Then he takes a shit on the floor and throws it at everyone
People smile as his shit hits their faces
Then they take the shit and place it into the file cabinets lining the room
There is only one folder
It is labeled S.
