Totalitarian Fudge
Your tongue?
is not much.
It (your tongue) will simply cease to happen. Your teeth will assume a skipping DVD position. And a skipping CD position too. Your nostrils, well — let’s get back to the mouth, which at the moment is unable to mouth the word mouth, or really quite anything at all, save for a few clipped impersonations of hallucinatory audio fieldrecordings from the pain centers of those who dare not speak nor remember a single thing that happens when they do not speak nor remember. Which is a shame. So I hear.
This fudge shall live in your mouth indefinitely unless we say so against Forever’s best wishes.
Rotating back to your nostrils, the heat of the moment flares them and, in an odd twist, knocks them out of sync. This is a first and duly noted and bravo to you for that and we will be keeping close tabs on your nose from now on.
Beads of sweat never last. Any nourishment or Hope may be dusted and scattered away in a pinch, a pinch of salt per cheek and brow. And eyelid earlobe upperlip chin neck back chest and all cavities available to us. Available to the fudge. Which is perfect.
Because the fudge.
So perfect in fact that our mind’s eye is enrobed in it. Our sex has been replaced by it. And future generations will be augmented, leveled up, and History ground down, quite literally powderized and tucked neatly into jeweled snuff boxes to be tooted at a later date by experts in the field.
Your muscles are clear like gelatin. This fudge. Your genitals have contracted into new ancient caves. This fudge. All identity has cracked, rescheduled, jigsawed ‘round sharptoothed blades, engorged then sucked through a steel straw by overly large mutant babies grown from test-tubes in sticky loud jungles not included on any map stirred into sublife by ape-like men with protruding brows, extra nipples, ornaye oral histories and Origin Creation Myths involving vaginal-shaped glow worms that barf up new universes to drag their knuckles over while being shocked by the invention of glass a million years too late.
This fudge.
This fudge is that good.
This fudge is God.
And this. Is the fudge. You will eat.
