Polli-Nation
Apr. 12th, 2005 07:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonI was out of town for a few days for an extended weekend. Imagine my surprise when I got back, to find that my home away from home town had undergone a terrible lime blizzard in my absence. Yep, i'm gone for four days and it snows Microgametophytes. So now all along the coasts of the curbs of the winding streets, and spread across the roofs and windows of sleeping cars, buried and bursting up into minature cloud banks when I step across the grass a soft powder blanket of green mucous everywhere. Microgametophytes, or as they are more popularly refered to as Pollen Grains, (as i'm told by the wonderful wizard of the internet) are in fact the carriers of the male gametes of seed plants. Each pollen grain contains one or two generative cells (the male gametes) and a vegetative cell. In other words i'm basically breathing plant orgasms right now. The walls of my nasal passage are now lined with the result of some deranged, promiscuous front lawn looking to tap a booty call on the next strong wind.
"What if it's addictive?" I suddenly thought, and it occurs to me, that this is it. This was the clue I was looking for all along. The answer was in the air. The riddle of the Sleepwalkers was solved. The sleepwalkers the people on the streets that are looking at you and don't see anything. The office automatons that have lost the use of the optic nerves and are now guided by the radar of routine, the army of walking comas that are all around you. It's some kind of mutant strain of Microgametophytes, maybe because the lil' microbastards had to compete with all the pollution in the air, that they evolved, they changed into blood thirsty rapeobes that have learned to use all the shit we pump into the enviornment as a brothel/farm that creates new breeds of demon pollen. This strain has 'learned' to interact with the human nervous system. It breaks down into smaller and smaller versions of itself in the lining of the lungs, until it is absorbed by the blood rivers, where it sails stowaway into the brain. There it interacts with the nervous system. The first thing to go are the language centers (even now you can see it in my poor use of grammar) as the microbastards black widow seduce your various synapses and mate and eat your personality slowly over the years. It fills the host with horrible zombie emotions that rampage across your memory and devour your very history before your eyes. Look at them on the bus, at the airport or the bars and clubs- Pollen People are everywhere. Their eyes glazed with a pale chlorophyll, the moss bone teeth and the green mist of their breath. I think this is turning into a Burroughs level epidemic. All agents will respond appropiately. Special tactical squads will patrol the better streets of Terminus, finding and exterminating the polijunkies that are beginning to form up in hives in the ghettos. Decked out in their black rubber NBC suits, their sex insect gas masks and strap on electric batons, keeping the once human tides back from the last remnants of humanity who live in their glass domed townhomes, forming suicide religions for that day their air filters fail and they become like the rest of us.
WHOAH!
Sorry there, must've lost my head.
Let's all just
take a nice
deep breath
and calm
down.
JOIN US
"What if it's addictive?" I suddenly thought, and it occurs to me, that this is it. This was the clue I was looking for all along. The answer was in the air. The riddle of the Sleepwalkers was solved. The sleepwalkers the people on the streets that are looking at you and don't see anything. The office automatons that have lost the use of the optic nerves and are now guided by the radar of routine, the army of walking comas that are all around you. It's some kind of mutant strain of Microgametophytes, maybe because the lil' microbastards had to compete with all the pollution in the air, that they evolved, they changed into blood thirsty rapeobes that have learned to use all the shit we pump into the enviornment as a brothel/farm that creates new breeds of demon pollen. This strain has 'learned' to interact with the human nervous system. It breaks down into smaller and smaller versions of itself in the lining of the lungs, until it is absorbed by the blood rivers, where it sails stowaway into the brain. There it interacts with the nervous system. The first thing to go are the language centers (even now you can see it in my poor use of grammar) as the microbastards black widow seduce your various synapses and mate and eat your personality slowly over the years. It fills the host with horrible zombie emotions that rampage across your memory and devour your very history before your eyes. Look at them on the bus, at the airport or the bars and clubs- Pollen People are everywhere. Their eyes glazed with a pale chlorophyll, the moss bone teeth and the green mist of their breath. I think this is turning into a Burroughs level epidemic. All agents will respond appropiately. Special tactical squads will patrol the better streets of Terminus, finding and exterminating the polijunkies that are beginning to form up in hives in the ghettos. Decked out in their black rubber NBC suits, their sex insect gas masks and strap on electric batons, keeping the once human tides back from the last remnants of humanity who live in their glass domed townhomes, forming suicide religions for that day their air filters fail and they become like the rest of us.
WHOAH!
Sorry there, must've lost my head.
Let's all just
take a nice
deep breath
and calm
down.
JOIN US