- Joined
- Nov 9, 2021
As the infant was thrust upon the mortal plane he knew little save an indefatigable hostility he didn’t or couldn’t comprehend but felt throughout the entirety of his nascent form. Within the confines of his still-malleable skull sat eyes dull and dark, ever-searching for an enemy or threat even in a time and place where such concepts did not yet exist to him.
As a child he grew wide before he grew tall and of the latter he did not and would not do a great deal of in any event. He had a brother, who himself suffered an abnormality of brain function which left him unable to attend to his own wellbeing and drew parental attention and care, of which there was little to spare, from the boy to the brother and this left the boy cold and desperate for the warmth of acknowledgement.
In his schooling he found neither kinship nor approval. His body had already expanded beyond what second-hand castoffs his parents could afford to stretch across his body, and his face had grown bloated and full, squeezing around his beetle’s eyes. His anger and enmity towards the world that endured him expressed itself in fits of indifferent violence. On one occasion he took a schoolmate’s pet, a dog beloved by the family, and without ceremony tied a belt around the hound’s neck and pulled the neck taught over the chair until the beltloop pressed tightly into the dog’s throat, digging beneath the fut into its soft pink underskin and compressing its windpipe and as the dog whined and thrashed for its life the boy seemed to care not until the dog could fight gravity no more and succumbed to death’s leash.
The boy’s home life was tumultuous. His father’s mind was inhabited by ghosts which whispered to him in voices he could not hear but with intentions he could understand and was often unable to resist obeying. His mother was of a slatternly disposition, homely in visage and simple. Why these two misfortunate low-dwellers decided and were granted divine authority to sire two such wretches could only be seen as a proving point to those who claim god does exist but is wholly indifferent to the machinations of his progeny.
The boy’s adolescence brought no solace to his thirstful pursuit of companionship. Though he would later be noted, in an attempt to alleviate the ultimate self-shame of his loathsome formative stage, to have said he had “pussy lined up around the block, actually” the veracity of the matter is that he trudged through his school years largely unnoticed. His only remarkability, if there was any at all, were his immense size and inability to form any natural and beneficial relationship with his peers.
And he may have remained this way for a short and unfulfilling life: unloved, unwanted and unnoticed, if fate did not intervene and deliver to him what would consume him and destroy him: the scourge known as the internet.
As a child he grew wide before he grew tall and of the latter he did not and would not do a great deal of in any event. He had a brother, who himself suffered an abnormality of brain function which left him unable to attend to his own wellbeing and drew parental attention and care, of which there was little to spare, from the boy to the brother and this left the boy cold and desperate for the warmth of acknowledgement.
In his schooling he found neither kinship nor approval. His body had already expanded beyond what second-hand castoffs his parents could afford to stretch across his body, and his face had grown bloated and full, squeezing around his beetle’s eyes. His anger and enmity towards the world that endured him expressed itself in fits of indifferent violence. On one occasion he took a schoolmate’s pet, a dog beloved by the family, and without ceremony tied a belt around the hound’s neck and pulled the neck taught over the chair until the beltloop pressed tightly into the dog’s throat, digging beneath the fut into its soft pink underskin and compressing its windpipe and as the dog whined and thrashed for its life the boy seemed to care not until the dog could fight gravity no more and succumbed to death’s leash.
The boy’s home life was tumultuous. His father’s mind was inhabited by ghosts which whispered to him in voices he could not hear but with intentions he could understand and was often unable to resist obeying. His mother was of a slatternly disposition, homely in visage and simple. Why these two misfortunate low-dwellers decided and were granted divine authority to sire two such wretches could only be seen as a proving point to those who claim god does exist but is wholly indifferent to the machinations of his progeny.
The boy’s adolescence brought no solace to his thirstful pursuit of companionship. Though he would later be noted, in an attempt to alleviate the ultimate self-shame of his loathsome formative stage, to have said he had “pussy lined up around the block, actually” the veracity of the matter is that he trudged through his school years largely unnoticed. His only remarkability, if there was any at all, were his immense size and inability to form any natural and beneficial relationship with his peers.
And he may have remained this way for a short and unfulfilling life: unloved, unwanted and unnoticed, if fate did not intervene and deliver to him what would consume him and destroy him: the scourge known as the internet.
