saga always continues

by Feng

The purposeful mistake is more merciful than the beginning of the universe and then time man was molded from mud or sand, and this mud or sand collapsing from the decay of dead gods… So Gongnu the Princess had a happy (fortunate) childhood with a pair of wealthy parents… This lead her to make the purpose of becoming undone under the gross and tender balls of a mortal nude… Because even as an unpopular but happy child, Gongnu used her two eardrums which are her souls to listen to the past… Her adoptive parents were not approving but they themselves could not keep the shadows of history from manifesting in welts and shapes on their tannish bodies…

…I have a most beautiful friend who believes in the bodies of sacredness that satellite us sometimes, if we care to notice the waves on our greasy surfaces that rise to meet them… Gongnu when she was four, for example, saw the scars on her mother’s legs and touched them with her itty bitty ginger fingers because she saw that they were sacred, maybe so that sacredness is a projection… Light poured from her slitty eyes… The legs felt offended and moved away under some towels…

Legs: Don’t touch them, baby…

Princess: Why? I like them…

Legs: These are wounds…

Legs: It’s offensive to admire them because of where they come from…

Princess: Where do they come from?

Legs: From something worse than hell! You will understand when you are older…

Legs: There is nothing to see… (closing)

Gongnu the princess is 16… For an amoeba, that is a very ripe age… She has seen a lot… She often dreams violent and vivid dreams that are quickly forgotten, then remembered again when she wakes up from a similar vision, then forgotten again… In the most recent one, she had drunk some illegal wine, and the punishment was to have balls sewn to her face… The chase was long… She fought the woman with the scissors and stabbed her in the stomach, but the woman lived on…

Gong is a very boring man in comparison… He dreams only if waking… His most interesting quirk is his fetish for atrocity witnesses… So his love for the amoeba princess grew with time, as he coaxed her into remembering so many atrocities… A hopeless crystal, magic grew inside her with light passing through when he held her up to the microscope… To him she was paradise…

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