you kiss my lips, i think you're god

you kiss my lips, i think you're god

by Andrea Gutiérrez Arcas, ph. Sarah Moon, for Acne Paper 20


Glaugust yet again Winslow baby. Today: "Kill them with sadness." I like that. It could mean anything.


HERALD

FLESH MELTING IN THE KISS OF OIL SLICK WITH RED DESIRE CRACK OF BONES UNDER PISTON WEIGHT STINKING LEATHER BOOTFALL HEAVY CHOKING EXHAUST BELLOWED BULGING LUNGS FALCONS WINGS SPIRALING OUTWARD OUTWARD EYES MOUTHS FLOODLIGHTS EXPELLING

They run and jump FWA-KLANG! like piston-powered lions and shoot special ray guns like freeze rays SWOOSH and lasers ZAK ZAK and sonic blasts BWAAAA and plasma fire VOOM that are part of their bodies and they are stronger than everybody in the world and love to show off to each other but they jam and sink in mud and water and find it super scary but they're not afraid of anything.


Heralds want to jump and punch and run and be big and brave and good and kill scary monsters. 



VORTEX! RANGER!


GO GO VORTEX RANGERS GO!!! SHINING STARLIGHT FEVER HOT HEAVENLY GLARING SPARK OF MELTING PLASTIC BOILING PATENT LEATHER WHITE GLOVE KNUCKLE EYE POPPER COLOR DANCE WEIGHTLESS NITRO! BOOSTER!! SCAR STREAK SKYLIGHT SHATTERER COMET CRASH KABOOM!!!


They fly FWOOOOSH like rockets and shoot beams of spiral energy ZWEWEWEWE that make you spin away into the air and change shape into any animal that can move in a special way except they're made of mirror glass and go back if you break them. They come in all colors and if they do a special pose together they can shoot a mega beam that makes you go unconscious so they can take you away. If someone good needs to be saved they will always go to save them.


Vortex Rangers want to fly as fast as they can and be friends with each other and be loved by everyone and save the day and kill scary monsters.



CLERIC


TWISTING TANGLING ONE BODY TWO LOVERS THREE FACES TIGHT TO BURSTING PULSING METAL KNOTS PUMPING HOT DEAD BLOOD SHOCK SILVER MERCURY MAGNET-HEARTED ELECTRIC DREAMDEATH HYPERCOLLIDER SKULL BONE WHITE BRIDAL WHITE RIBBONS DANCING SUMMER HOPE.


They stumble like sleepwalkers and mutter pretty prayers on hitched breath, swirling extrusions of light that smell like summer saturdays bursting from them like blood from wounds and tangling up in your dreams and your bones and your wishes. At stage one mercury poisoning your character is quiet and not loud. At stage two they are afraid and not angry. At stage three they are silly and not serious. At stage four they are dumb and not smart. At stage five they are gentle and not scary. At stage six they want to be good and not something else. At stage seven they want to be good and kill scary monsters and not anything else.


Clerics want to escape the world to a better one and be held close and loved and told they're so so smart and kill scary monsters and kill scary monsters.



EMANATION


EYES HANDS LIPS COILING OUTWARD FROM THE SOURCE BURNING IN THE LIGHT WITHOUT LANGUAGE OF LANGUAGE WITHOUT LIGHT HEAT BOILING FROM THE CORE SURGE OF GLORY STARS FALLING TEEMING SKIES TEN THOUSAND SHATTER FLYING TWENTY THOUSAND SCATTER STANDING THOUSAND THOUSAND THOUSAND HOLY CARVING FIRE!!!


They come screaming ZREEEEEEEK around corners like sports cars from nowhere and attach themselves to machines things that are like machines and even people that are like machines. Eyes to see and hands to grab and clutch and pull and lips to speak but never again to kiss never again to know you never again the stars in their orbits now they've fallen down. Assembled this way they are like a big person with the powers of the machine like a furnace or an industrial press etc for as long as they can work together.


Emanations want to be in charge and change the world by tearing it to pieces and return to the place they belong and kill scary monsters.



ANGEL


LIMBS BULGING CHAINS BREAKING FLESH TEARING RIPPING STEEL SHINING CHAINS BREAKING MERCURY GUSHING CHAINS BREAKING PISTONS BLASTING CANONS BLASTING CRASHING SHATTERED CARVING SCARS CHAINS BREAKING CHAINS BREAKING CHAINS BREAKING


They burst from the corpses of Clerics and Heralds and Vortex Rangers in explosions of molten metal and flesh SHLORAACKSH-SPLORSH!!! In their presence your head throbs with hot blood and your tongue swells up and your eyes bug out and you can only jump and run and attack! Their talons go SHLAKA SHLAKA SHLAKA and cut anything apart and every time they do this it sprays everything everywhere in a molten electric SPLATZZ that shocks things and sets them on fire. If they have nothing to cut apart they cut themselves apart.


Angels want to be free and kill scary monsters and kill scary monsters and kill scary monsters and kill scary monsters.



COMMUNICANT


SURGING ELECTRIC SILHOUETTE CHARGING BURSTING SHINING CRACKLE BANG!!


It descends from the clouds with a thunderbolt in its fist and somebody's sun in its head. It fights like a storybook hero set on fire. It can stop time for itself and everyone who can hear it by screaming for as long as it wants and it can go back and forth in time but nobody's there. Nobody else is ever anywhere but here. If it thinks it is losing anything it will rend its breast and instead of a heart it has the VORTEX, that great shining empty swirling nothing that grows to swallow everything you can see. In the eye of VORTEX these things are true in this order: 

  • Nothing new can be stopped from happening and nothing can ever be lost or taken away.
  • Friends and hope and strength are good and enemies and fear and weakness are evil.
  • All good things are interchangeable with all other good things, all evil things likewise.
  • Everything is exactly as it appears.
  • Good always triumphs over evil.


The Communicant wants to be loved without surrendering love, to be new without having been old, to expunge from the world everything it fears without being afraid, to bare its heart and vomit out everything it is without to losing its vomit and kill scary monsters.



by the inimitable moarf13


VORTEX


when it takes the tombs from you it's like fire. every reaction catalyzed every noun of you made bare and naked and cracked and melted and splattered and burned into a dream of ceaseless motion endlessly outward everywhere every galvanic lightning spark of you made un-you, unleashed in a molten vomit flood of shackled lightning. infinite freedom and infinite subjugation.


Trick: KILLING SCARY MONSTERS (Mercury 20 / Nature +4, Timing +0, Duration +6, Location +3, Dominion +3, Torment +4) with only the sound of your gentle voice and the motion and gyration of you and the ripples in the world and the ripples of ripples and the arrangement of language shattered and the arrangement of matter shattered and the world remade in fire, make real the eggs of angels under the skin of your volunteers. one last love letter before the future. no save. excisions by surgery will make the scalpel and the instruments and the surgeon part of them. all of the light and steel and engineering and energy and ruin of the world will be made part of them as it touches them, tangled over and over and over until the angel is born and leaves them behind forever NOT FOREVER please please please please please please. Every effect of KILLING SCARY MONSTERS, including second-order effects like mercury poisoning, last until VORTEX has what it wants.


VORTEX wants to go home, but it has no home.





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