Sally

Fields of green rolled around his gaping putrid mouth. A ruptured daisy lay embedded in his decaying molars. Sheep bones broke under the weight of his teeth, teeth that were the size of cinder blocks. As he got ready to swallow, an ocean of foamy saliva filled his mouth, and his fat, sweaty palmatain stained tongue - palmatain was the main addictive ingredient in mass manufactured cigars for giants - forced the half chewed farm fragments down his throat. His name was Sally, and Sally had always been a thing of pretty epic proportions, this was because his parents had decided to make him with a D.I.Y test tube kit they ordered off of E-Bay. They followed the instructions very carefully, making sure to add the right amount of bicarbonate of soda to semen mix. Ensuring that the duck eggs had light blue shells and had been left to ferment in only the setting sun on alternating Tuesdays and Thursdays for half a year. They sprinkled their ground eyelashes into the mixing bowl counterclockwise and only spat in fresh morning spit from their gummy mouths at four in the morning every morning. They set up a series of heat lamps and a  series of different sized tubes and slowly but surely a shape began to take place, and they could see their little peanut starting to form. This little peanut soon began to grow into an avocado, from an avocado to an orange, an orange to baseball and so on. They were diligent D.I.Y parents, however, one  night after Sally’s soon to be parents had gulped down their fourth bottle of a very tasty Argentinian Malbec, they passed out on the sofa, and forgot to take the baby out from under the heat lamp for the night. Bleary eyed and seriously low on serotonin, they awoke from their sweet drunken slumber to find their sweet precious baseball sized baby had grown to the size of an adult gorilla. Glass and membrane lay on the carpet, and in the middle of this mess was a fat, naked, massive humanoid shape. Eyelashes as thick as sweeping brush bristles fluttered open and a glassy grey eye slowly stared forward. A lip that resembled a slab of ham began to tremble, and Sally let forth an earth shattering scream. This was to be the first of many such screams for Sally. His life would be littered with them. Sally’s parents tried to love him, and tried to care for him, but it was quite difficult. As he grew and grew into his increasingly larger body, their patience wore more and more thin. They couldn’t keep up with the sheer amount of food Sally would eat, the amount of fabric they needed to make him clothes, and let's not even talk about the amount he would defecate.There are no words for this, and nor should there be. It bares not thinking about. One day, Sally’s parents' patience finally broke. Try as they might, they simply could not love the creature they had somewhat strangely bought into the world. So they lumbered him up onto the top of their jeep, strapped him down with bungee cords, threw a tarp over him, and they drove. They drove and drove and drove until the threads on their tires became bald. They stopped the car amidst some mountainous path, pulled off the tarp, unstrapped the cords and lumbered Sally off the roof and onto the grass below. They both kissed him gently before saying goodbye. And they turned their backs on not so little Sally, and walked away, determined to forget the monstrosity they had created. As they walked away they could feel the earth trembling below their feet as Sally let out a whimpering cry. Sally cried because he was a freak. A mutant of epic proportions. All he ever wanted was to be loved. This was not the first time that his parents had tried to leave him. A few years ago they had tried to donate his body to science, but he was deemed so disgusting that even science didn’t want him. He was destined to be alone. To live here in the mountains and to spend his life wanting. Wanting what he couldn’t have, humanity, connection and love.

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Sally had spent some years in the mountains, disguising himself as a boulder. During the day time he would embed his gristly sun burnt body into a cluster of rocks and watch the assortment of pilgrims and perverts potter on down the mountain path. Oftentimes the perverts would be following the pilgrims, and the pilgrims wouldn’t come back down the path, but the perverts would, normally with a little more pep in their step. Sally wasn’t sure why this happened, he had never managed to grasp the intricacies of human behaviour, but he always enjoyed the songs that the perverts would whistle on their way back down the winding mountain path. They filled him with joy, and hr would always lighten his load when he saw this particular patch of people begin their journey. Sally cried often when he saw people though, he cried because all he wanted was to join them and to feel some of their humanity, bathe in their experience and be a part of the gang. One particular tear of Sally’s was so large and engorged with sadness that unlike the others, it did not evaporate, instead it dented the earth beneath it and made a new lake formation. Every day, he would watch and cry and fill the ever deepening well of tears beneath him. Every night, he would steal into the nearby farms and take large bites directly out of the land, swallowing sheep and shires alike. Over time the pilgrims and the perverts and the regular aul joes that would pass Sally’s sadness pool had begun to fill their reusable water bottle with it. For it was told that this water was clean and clear, and had a taste like no other. People would gather around the edge of the pool and splash their sweating faces with the water, drink their fill and greedily glug from the lake of bad tidings. This was Sally’s name for the pool of tears, for it was he who knew the truth of the pool. He had seen what had happened and would continue to happen to those who drank from the water. They were sipping from pure sadness, and not long after the emotional water slipped and slid down their throats, they would begin wailing and whining at the top of their lungs. They felt sadness like never before. They felt like Sally, and as we have previously mentioned, Sally was a pretty huge guy, and there were pretty huge emotions to be dealing with. The pilgrims would realise the paths they were walking were pointless, and they would fall to their knees scouting around for whatever hard and sharp rocks they could find. Then the bludgening would begin, they would smash and hack at the legs that had bought them this far, tearing open their skin and pounding the muscles within. They would break their own bones with these rocks, and once their legs were suitably squished they would crawl pathetically into the pool and absolve themselves of their pain forever. Tears would fill their lungs, and soothe them to a forever sleep. The perverts who had been lapping from the lake of loneliness would soon feel a dizzyness overtake them, their faces and bodies would turn a ghostly white as all the blood in their bodies flowed like a river to their penises. Their ball sacks would become gristly and engourged, the shaft of their dicks would tremble with anticipation, the tips of their penis would secrete a cum so thick and full that it split open their uretheras and force their meatuses in two. They began a slow splitting in half from the dick upwards, the force of their lust and loneliness was so strong that once it had tore their dicks in two, it began working its way up their belly buttons, leaving them to spill their insides out onto the floor, at the sounds of their squelching innards hitting the path they too would crawl pathetically into the pool and being a more peaceful death as the water filled what was left of their lungs, and sung them gently to sleep.
Sally didn’t like what was happening before him, but he also didn’t not like it either. He finally felt close to humanity. These people were inside a part of him and he inside them. Their tear engorged corpses floated in his pool of tears and the two became one and a part of eachother. Sally may not have had a conventional life, but Sally was finally getting closer to the world he had always wanted to be a part of.

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