IT WILL HAPPEN
The blob is waiting as I sit on the toilet. It grabs and enters my asshole and dissolves me from the inside out and sucks the rest of my body down the hole.
I wake up and my veins are being pulled out like puppet strings by an evil puppet master. A medieval sultan has invited me to his harem to hear some music. A large musical instrument-cum-torture device is wheeled out. As he plays it, people scream. I escape by flapping a pair of mechanical wings, flying out of the dark cityscape. Steam rises from the sewers as green ooze drips down.
Pieced together from memories of films in an associative sequence by L, SH, JA, PP and MM.
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