/lit/ - Literature

i grab his hand and shake it vigorously, knowing it will irritate the delicate whorls on his fingertips

knowing that guattari will be approaching from behind to defend his boy, i turn quickly and remind him how shameful it is to allow your child to grow fungus on their head. while guattari pauses to reflect on this, i kick him in the balls and hope that's enough to keep him down

i then turn to my gf, grab her shoulders, look deep into her eyes, and slowly begin deterritorializing into a potato.

as tiny potato eyes begin to sprout from my orifices and i achieve absolute becoming-vegetable, i remind her that we still do not yet know what a body can do but maybe we can get together later. my fingers - can you even call them this? - make a last 'call me' sign before i disintegrate into vile cosmic mass of starchy protuberance in all directions