Nightmares From a Lovecraftian Mind by Jordan Krall Read Free Book Online Page B

along
with the television. It is a dreamlike freefall. It cocoons my body in dust and
noise. Every solid object turns to brown mist and I am engulfed in a noisy
removal from the spider web of my existence.
    I should have
known this would happen. Someone once told me the hotel was primed for
demolition. But like always, I had responded with skepticism.
     

NIGHTMARES OF A PAMPINIFORM MIND
    In the 1980s,
blood and magick were darker and sweeter than they
are now.
    Hundreds of VCRs
were soaked in unholy redness while beasts indulged their fantasies of magnetic
bliss. They became phantasms of broken humanity, casting and breaking spells
simultaneously.
    In the 1980s,
blood was as pure as the blood of magnetic angels.
    Osman couldn’t remember his first experience with it. It
might have been around 1980 while he was cruising around Central
Park. Nothing could have stopped his lust for holes and
hemoglobin. Eight hours a day. Seven days a week. He was a full-time lust slut
out for blood, mucus, and magick .
    It is now 1981 at
a spot near Balcony Bridge.
    Two skinny punks
in denim and leather wait for action. Osman is more
than happy to oblige.
    The first wears a
t-shirt with the words DEEP DENDO emblazoned upon it while the second wears a
leather vest with nothing underneath. Bulges in their jeans are more than
obvious. The drugs in their systems remix their pulses into rapid fire rhythms
of jacked-up disharmony. Crash cymbals of furious blood cells create a din of
psychic submission.
    These two are ripe
and horny young things unknowingly presenting themselves as submissive prey for Osman’s murderous conjuration.
    Primeval
dominance in the modern world.
    Osman likes them; they are such long, pink pigs. He smells
their filthy anticipation from where he stands behind a tree. After a brief
blood prayer, he approaches them.
    “ Lookin ’ for action?” he says.
    The two punks
giggle. The one in the DEEP DENDO shirt grabs his crotch and spits junky phlegm
onto the ground where it splatters and oozes along a deep-red ley line.
    The other one
snorts something and says, “Why? You game?”
    Osman steps closer. “I’d like to think you’re the
game.”
    “Cute.”
    Osman takes two more steps and the punks are freefalling
through a blissful oblivion of bloodlust and sodomy. Their gaping city-boy
holes are torn up with blasphemous force.
    But they feel
nothing but pleasure.
    Leather and denim
disintegrate within the pulsing sphere of Osman’s magick . Flesh, muscle, fat, and bone follow suit but not
before he feasts on dark punk-blood.
    It is done.
    Osman is left in a pile of plasma and neon semen. It
reminds him of Times Square: the multicolor glow of sin
and back alley blowjobs next to garbage cans, cardboard boxes, and crack
addicts. Osman is familiar with every filthy crevice.
He enjoys watching metropolitan morals melt like baby-fat candles. The high
life is destroyed with every violent fisting and greased evocation. It is
something Osman lives for.
    But now it is time
for the cleanup.
    Osman uses a branch to sweep the plasmatic mess into the
water. He knows it will cause pollution resulting in a wide array of mutations
in the local animal population. It is inevitable. Osman had seen foxes with legs like elephant tusks, feral cats with eyes like
volcanoes, spurting dust and oozing fiery excrement, and dogs that had turned
into dark masses of eyes and mouths that kiss, kiss, kiss in the inky darkness.
    When he is done
with the cleanup, Osman trolls through the park yet
again but finds no one of interest. He stops by a tree to defecate and feels a
pain in his ribs. Something is poking him from the inside. As he purges his
bowels, the skin on his torso rips.
    Something is
trying to get out.
    Osman slumps against the tree, falls into the dirt, and
counts the sparks in front of his face. Blood-tinted semen ejaculates into
spirals of reptilian hieroglyphs. Osman mutters a
blood prayer in Aramaic.
    And then he sinks
into the