Everything will be made right in the end because it’s all going to be fed into the Scrunger, I wrote. The Scrunger always makes everything right, I wrote. I was writing in my book, you see. I was writing my notes. Feed them into the Muncer, I wrote, feed them into the Muncing machine. Feed them into the horrific maw of the terrible and delightful Scrunging Machine. I covered several pages with this and then I drew a detailed diagram of what I thought the Muncing Machine looked like: the intake portal, the belts, the engine housing, the incapacitators, the flanges, the decarbonizer outlet ducts, the waste removal tray, and so on. As I scribbled away, I started to perspire heavily – thinking about the Muncing Machine always makes me perspire. It makes me come out in a cold sweat. It makes me feel all shaky and weak on the inside.
Everyone has their own ‘thing’, their own ‘issue’, however and so there’s no point in being embarrassed by it. That’s what I tell myself, anyway. Everyone has something to be ashamed about – everyone has some kind of a thing that they don’t want anyone to now about. We’re all the same that way. Put the ‘fuck’ back into ‘What the fuck do you think you are playing at’, right? As always, I’m playing to the gallery. As always, I’m looking for validation from the crowd. It’s a trick I learned back when I was only a little ‘un. I’d regressed back to an embryo you see and that was that. I was ready to start again. Some people say it’s good to move forward in life, others that we ought not to be so hasty, and that the safest bet is to stay where we are and count ourselves lucky. Others again say that what’s really important is to always do what the Creator Deity tells us to do because if we don’t then He can make things very difficult for us. On the other hand, I think I should point out that you can’t go around listening to what people say because people are well known for being the biggest morons going! Tell me that I’m wrong, I dare you!
I’m going back to what I do the best however – writing about the Scrunging Machine and how we’re all food for it. Every last one of us. As I write I perspire heavily and my hands shake like crazy. They shake so badly that I can hardly read what I’m writing. That’s not important though – what’s important is to always do what the All-Powerful Creator Deity says we have to do. It kind of makes sense that we should do this, after all. It makes sense that we should always do what the Supreme All-Powerful One commands us to do…
