HINLAV

Hoody is no longer a virgin. This was shouted through the streets of Clydebank a few days ago. Bells rang.... angels cried golden tears of infinity and God cast his steely gaze over this putrid version of humanity and boomed "Finally, the day has arrived. It all began many many years ago in the garden of Eden. The universe was build for one reason and that reason was HINLAV. I have completed my journey, it all must end... tonight" Roars of imploding stars filled the universal mind, matter and gravity played out a final symphony of despair and finally decayed into the womb of finite return. A whole singing choir of dead children rose from the ashes and burst forth from the glass. An empty vessel showed the world why it must slowly agonize over every second of every mistake that spawned from it's very own virus. A submerged idea of torture pushing every soul to see it's obscene thoughts through a magnified uterus of hate. Above, angels ran naked, tore their wings off in playful delight and execreted fragments of despair from their cunts. A yellow cloud ate the blue sky and a wingless seraph rode comets with reins of skin and membrane howling in the throws of termination. The malignant spire of unrelenting bereavement drove towards my heart. The death of God was not heard in heaven or earth. No madman ran into the streets to proclaim the passing of the almighty. My eyes filled with bright obliteration. I stood there for days muttering "HINLAV..... OH CHRIST HINLAV" Hoody lay on the sweat soaked covers and wiped himself with his sock.....