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The man who forgot his toxic hymn

He gives me a glass of water first. Then he plucks a piece of hair from his crotch and hands it to me. To be frank, I take no pleasure in swallowing his hair. But I have to look like I’m enjoying it. I am a believer. He is my spiritual leader. Maybe he’ll make me the head guard of his balls someday. I’m not very muscular, but I’m sure I’ll sacrifice my own balls to protect him if necessary. Nobody knows, but I made a rag puppet of him. I hug him at night. In fact, I do not swallow the hairs he gives me to swallow but collect them. I’m sticking those hairs on the puppet’s balls. It almost smells like my great leader. Sometimes I think that I will ejaculate on the puppet in my sleep while I sleep. That’s why I masturbate every night until I run out of sperm. And I think of him when I masturbate. I hug the puppet and have the same dream every night. I’m walking like an ant on his huge balls. I’m finally climbing on the tip of his penis. I look through the hole of his penis. “You don’t like the taste of hair. That’s why I don’t want to fuck you, my son,” he says to me. I’m losing my balance. I’m falling into the dark. I’m ejaculating while falling from pleasure. I wake up. Then I go and shower with my puppet. As a sinner, I want to fuck my prophet. But he doesn’t want to fuck me. He’s not even interested in me. I don’t deserve this holy ball hair he gave me. Yet I swallow his hair every day. And now, the messenger of my creator looks into my eyes and says, “Go swallow!” I say, “What a fucking relationship is ours, sir.” “I hope someday you choke to death swallowing that holy hair,” he says. “Maybe one day I’ll be reborn as a hair on your balls, sir,” I say. I bow my head, his penis looks at me and the hole says “We don’t love you, son.” He says. “But I love you so much. Fuck me” I say and swallow his hair. My prophet is starting to choke my throat. I can not breathe. I like the taste of his hair for the first time. I look into the eyes of my holy fucker. His anger dissipates and he looks at me affectionately. “Yes, I’ll fuck you soon, son.”

A roasted cannibal in the desert of the soul

“I want to swallow your hairs, sir,” tells me a servant of my eternal creator. I pluck a hair from the field of my balls. I put it in his tongue. It sucks my finger and swallows my hair. He passes out and starts licking the ground. I look at my wet hand. A text appears in my hand. “Fuck them, My son. I’ll let you all living creatures. But kill first, then fuck.” My eternal father wants me to be a necromancer. I am becoming a necromantic. My followers want me to kill and fuck them. I become everyone’s favorite being. I’m coming out of my temple. I’m getting an ice cream from the corner. I get a hair on my tongue as I lick the ice cream. I am tasting myself. I want to fuck myself. I want to kill and fuck myself. I’m going back to the temple. I cut all my ball hairs with a razor in front of everyone and put them in a bowl. “You’re going to cut off my erect cock and kill me. Then you’re going to shove my dick up the ass of my dead body. I’ll be the one who killed me in this bowl. That’s what our creator ordered, son.” I say. Some are crying, some are trying to find pieces of hair on the ground. And someone wants to kill me. I had an incomplete masturbation. My executioner cuts my erect cock. Then he kills me. I’m not losing consciousness, I’m lying on the floor. I can not move my body. A voice said, “I won’t get you yet, son. Enjoy it.” My lovely executioner turns my body down and puts my dick in my ass. An endless love of the creator fills me. My cut dick is melting in my ass. “Daddy, take me now. I’m done.” I say. There is no sound. Then I want more ice cream.

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Efe Tusder designs weird collages zines (Monolith, Morsamort, Cave zine…) He writes bizarro fictions. His books Unfinished Skeletons (Dumpster Fire Press 2021) and Tales From The Rotten Land (Cajun Mutt Press 2023) are available on Amazon.