Status Updates From Flan

They flew on and Michael remembered himself as a cannibal, chewing on the armless clown-man, chewing on the very man whose eyeball he was now riding under the clouds.

And then he bowed his head in shame.

And a little drop of ding-ding has an orange-colored sun-burn that gathers fruit from the diamond forest. The sailor gathers the wind in a small cup upon the bottom fung horizon while cat whispers drop potatoes upon the blue blue blue lawn.

Somewhere a million clams open and close at once.

Somewhere some poor unfortunate trapezoid breathes its final breath.

Far off in the faint distance, two large telephone poles walked over the remains of a bus, striding along like a couple of fancy dancy sunset boulevard legs. Propped on top of the poles was the head of an elephant. This elephant head seemed to be quite pleased with itself and its fine wooden legs, for its eyes smiled and its trunk held a bouquet of flowers, and it let clear into the air a magnificent trumpeting blast

Silence followed, except for the disgusting noises of a man eating himself.

The wind blew filthy dust.

"A giant tulip," smiled the dead puppet, feeling he was on a roll, "a giant tulip with the penis of a donkey has teeth that chatter the drip-drop of wise men who eat their own brains with large silver spoons."

'And the walking dead man, the woman fish and the man followed the melted railway.'

'A thousand hummingbirds flew as one, controlling the puppet of a corpse beneath them.'

'He imagined several skin cells up close, pressed against each other. And he imagined the giant wall of the stainless steel blade, colossal and blunt, intruding so rudely upon this wall of cells, separating them, ripping the cell membrane, popping the nucleus and causing the endoplasmic reticulum to wobble through the torn jelly.'

Dam grabbed Frank's head and screamed at his expressionless face.
"Hello, Frank! You taste GREAT!"

"Take a good look at Frank, Flan! Look at him good! Part of him is in your belly, my belly, the belly of my wife and daughters, the belly of your fish and the belly of my zebra dog. He's quite generous, don't you think!?"

'But when that darn old sun comes out again in the heavy morning, it will be the same old rotting flesh in the trainyard, the same rotting positions of ragdoll surrender to gravity, the same rotting pouts on their pus dripping faces.'