Artyom Khlopin

Today’s morning was as usual as it always was, except one thing I forgot where my lead pipe was. It wasn’t much of a problem but I have to throw it in A Great Trash-bin to proclaim the end of the process of my pubescence. All my friends had already threw it and now it’s my turn to do it. While getting through the amniotic fluid of my Mother House I recalled some moments of my previous life, I remembered that I had fallen over the staircase and got my skull crashed open. I didn’t want myself to end up this way again so I put on my anti-slippers. I exited my apartment and headed towards my workplace. I was crossing the road and right at that very moment I was ran over by a drought tongue. It was slippery and reeked a lot. “What the hell is that?” – asked when I get out of under the tongue. The taste bulbs of the tongue were shaking may be it was scared or something else, anyway it approached me and licked. “Sheesh cut it out already! What’s the meaning of all this? What do you want of me?” – I asked with annoyance. The tongue went spinning and eventually fell into sparkling pieces. The only thing that left from it was crumpled sheet of paper. I picked it up and unrolled it. The writing read “By the time you read it the Master is already had passed away, your service is no longer needed.” I rolled it and put it in my pocket. I looked up and saw The Eternity making its last breath.
29 April 2009 09:07