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number 9 for 7-25-05:
The Anti-Prurient Man
A man steps into a room. In the middle of the room is a large mixing bowl.
He rolls up his sleeve, and we can see that he has an open, festering septic wound. This wound is approximately five inches by three, and when he pulls up said sleeve, pieces of his septic flesh stick to the fabric and pull loose. He screams. Blood begins to soak his arm.
He takes a small scalpel, and with care, slices off a good portion of the sepsis taint. He puts it into the bowl.
With his back turned to us, he unzips his fly and begins to urinate into the bowl. We hear the sound of his piss hitting the rim, splashing up. Blood continues to run down his arm.
He zips up, steps back, sighs, then reaches up and pulls out a large chunk of his hair. His scalp begins to bleed profusely.
He places the hair into the bowl.
Reaching up to his face he finds the largest of his pimples and puts his fingers to it, squeezing the whitehead onto his fingers, which he then wipes into the bowl of piss and sepsis and hair.
He puts a screen in front of himself so that we can’t see what he’s doing, and soon after we hear the sound of excremental action.
When the screen disappears, there is a pile of human leavings in the bowl.
He takes off his shirt, and we see that his back is covered in boils. He pulls out a five inch pin and lances it in front of us, collecting the juice in a shot glass, which he then pours into the mixture.
He takes a donut out of his pocket, holds it up to the camera, and says, “You know what this represents, don’t you?”, pushing the white, creamy liquid into his hands. He pours it into the bowl.
He takes his bloody hand and mixes the concoction together. The end result is very red.
He grabs the bowl by the lid and tips it back, drinking in huge, hale, hearty gulps. As he does, the frothed mixture rolls down his body in huge, chunky waves. He gags, pulls out the sepsis, admires it, then sticks it between his teeth.
We cut to a close up of the septic tissue in between his teeth as he grinds and chokes down the liquid, vomiting out a little, then continuing to chew, then vomiting, then finally swallowing.
He stands still for about ten seconds, then vomits the whole mess up in a violent, seizing fit. It lands back in the mixing bowl, steaming, putrid, nasty. If you could smell it, you would vomit. Somehow, our main is unaffected.
Indeed, he even raises the bowl to his mouth and drinks again. Swallow, swallow, swallow, his Adam’s Apple works on the pus, the piss, the cum-liquid and the oils from his skin. He gags on the hair, which catches in his throat, and vomits, swallows, vomits, swallows. It’s very painful.
Finished, he vomits across the floor.
Reaching beneath the table the bowl is on, he pulls out a pair of pliers and begins slowly extracting each of his fingernails.
He sticks them in his mouth, then walks to the door. He opens it.
Outside, we can see ten police cars, and ten police, with guns drawn.
The man pulls a grenade from behind his back, and throws it into the police.
The police open fire, splitting his head across the wall, putting his innards across the pavement. His eye lands outside of his head with a dull plop right up against the camera lens.
The grenade goes off, and the police are catapulted into the air and into the wall, where we see their arms sticking out of their skin, their heads crushed, and their legs on their torsos in incorrect angles.
A nearby woman holds her bloody dead baby to her chest (we can’t see it, but we know it’s dead). At her feet lie children, not bleeding, but obviously dead. “WHY!” she screams. “WHY?”
One policeman opens his mouth to scream a curse to all the Heavens he’s known, but one of the other policemen, the one who still has hands, puts a finger to his quiet lips then says, with care. “No. Don’t curse. Don’t curse.”
Because as we all know, all of the above would be just fine on the television, as long as the people doing it don’t curse or show their nether region.
None of this:
Because that? THAT would be prurient. And just disgusting.
All of this:
Because that? THAT is entertainment.