ALIVE BUT AT WHAT COST (IN BITCOIN)

BY KID XANTRHAX

I. The Feeding
Cursed is the content
Cursed is the corpse that tastes of dew and mountains
and cursed are those who feed on the marrow of the one legged
for they know not what they do
Cursed is the content

hey everybody, the genderless voice murmurs sarcastically, today I’d like to show you step by step
how to feed the Anaconda living in the bathtub downstairs. If you’d like to just follow me down to my
snake lair, we can meet Slinky. Slinky is 15 feed long and usually feeds on large rodents or cats. But
lately Slinky has been taking a liking to human infants. Now, usually I wouldn’t broadcast this, but for
the sake of my loyal subscribers, I’d like to show you our feeding ritual.

II. The Killing
Curl, curl, the duty free condom
Blown up like a swollen foot
Snarl is the snore at an altitude unknown
Winged virgins with selfie sticks
7 vertical skeletons hanging
of expired meats smile down upon us
we are filled with shame
Giantess kink tanks remove the teeth of half-gnomes
and slice into 12 the sacred chihuahua
Whomst stretching a football field
makes for a rotten halftime show
A crucifixion occurs infinitely
a Christ fabricated in silicon
a crucifixion occurs infinitely
encrypted
Rubber God

iii. The Procession of the Gainfully Unemployed
Sweet disease in the air
the smell of a child’s pus
a mirror that tells of inverted histories fractured
and echoes into the ever deepening recesses of your grin.
A doped up body builder leads us tonight in our ceremony
Training the eye to stay fixated on one point for hours

A ritualized burning of the flesh
A mesmerized clerk of of the forsaken
A pill stuck in the spine