MIASMA MAN

Image: Steve Green

 

PROLOGUE

This is NOT a true story, but all of the events that occur in this tale did actually happen.

The story serves as a darling reminder that there are plenty of sick fuckos out there.

 

MIASMA MAN

Miasma Man slopped home from work in his body-lemgth hat which rolled over his

shoulders and down over his elbows, knees, ankles and feet and continued on underground,

annoying all the undergound organisms that lived underground under the pavement, under

the ground. The STUPID hat trawled through the soil horizons like some wafting great big

drift net, only there weren't any dolphins living under the pavement to get caught up in

the net and for people to get shouty about. People couldn't care less that Miasma Man was

hoover fishing away all the underpavement organisms. Well they probably would care

but they just didn't know, so it wasn't like they could do anything about it, was it?

 

Miasma Man seeped into his dingy fag wagon which he called home, and shook off all

the earthy little bugs into a big tray. "Hmmm," he thought, "I'll eat those beasts later",

he said, only he hadn't moved his mouth and no sound had come out. He lost the ability

to talk since before he could remember. "No one talks to me," his mouth DNA thought, "so

why should we bother evolving this mouth?" and with that they promptly sealed his oracy

portal shut . Miasma Man found his niche early on on life. He inhabited a vacant social gap

in life. He could live without the fuss of other people, allowing him to slipstream through

life amd concentrate on his higher functions. Hos job was Barry Basic, which didn't

encroach on his psychic space, enabling himto operate on a higher mind level most

of the time. He spent as little time as possible on the survival aspects of life.

Instead of getting hassled in a local shop trying to buy a drink, he'd sit in a river absorbing

the water subconsciously, not once dipping down into lower brain frequencies. Same with eating.

He'd dig out some old photos of fields of barley or chaff and look at them for a while, which

would satiate his hunger.

 


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