May 01, 2008 22:05
From the issue entitled: "The Mating Habits of Homo Sapiens" by Ramon D. Reyes
Bowels of the Sky
I'm laying on my back on a plateau in the Arizona desert getting head from Maria.
Helium fueled super worms dance through the clouds above us, devouring scraps of spores left over from the fungus floor. They travel in piles, roping and groping their way through the atmosphere in a desperate struggle to both stay afloat and successfully split into new worms.
The splitting process is amazing. After a small gas over-inflation around the middle segments the newly split worm carcass has roughly 12 minutes to reform a central nerve cluster until the helium dissipates from its sacs. The crash of the slower worms is fantastic. Their fluids shimmer in the sunlight creating colors imagined only in the deepest dream of artists.
Maria has decided to nibble the head of my penis. This new sensation is understandably better then watching a 120 foot worm explode.
The sky has a bowel infection and I'm getting a blow job in the Grand Canyon. This is the greatest age mankind will ever know.
I finish over the plateau ridge out of respect.