Azazel:Deadwater:9/21/2025
Miriam can speak with the sea people. This is good and bad, but I’ll let her figure out why. As I expected, they’re climate refugees. I’ve been out in the town, unofficially collecting the populace’s temperature. A few, Marge unexpectedly, are concerned about their welfare and are trying to figure out how best to accommodate them. A few are worried about disease. A few are worried about the cost. A few are worried about the rest of the world finding out. Overall the temp is lukewarm and typically American, I’d say. The hospital is now under armed guard twenty-four/seven, which is difficult for the little PD here so things are about to get tense.
I like tense. Tense is the locality where I do my best work. I haven’t drawn blood since Key West and I’m simmering. Begging for a reason to slice flesh, sink my teeth into a deserving human. We’re not supposed to admit it, but human blood is delectable. The flesh is a little too microplastics-leaden. Not to mention all the preservatives… But their blood still flows clean, fatty some of them, like they used to grow sacrificial lambs back in the day. Slick and thick. So hot pouring down your throat… I wonder if the Padre is in the Cathedral… Mmm too risky. But so tempting. They eat well, too. Fatted Father flesh. Perhaps I can catch him on his way to his car. It’s not too late. I’m engorged thinking of gorging on severed veins. Something’s spurting, either way.
I need to get out…
Miriam:Deadwater:9/21/2025
There’s so much to write, but I’m so tired. Thanks to a weird lady named Marge we’ve figured out a few things our visitors can eat besides lichen, which is awesome because they are so hungry. So that’s one problem kind of figured out. They have a really fast metabolism, according to Dr. Saint. She says that “creates energy that they use to keep warm.” Doesn’t make sense to me, lichen can’t be that abundant enough anywhere to keep up a fast metabolism. Personally, I’m not a huge fan of Dr. S, she doesn’t use the scientific method to test a hypothesis, she just assumes that since she’s had a hypothesis, it must be correct. I don’t know how any of her patients have ever survived tbh.
She ALSO keeps bugging me to find out how I can speak to the Sea People. I just keep shrugging and calling it a miracle. Hope she doesn’t try and hypothesize me. If she drags me to St. A’s I’ll have trouble. I break out in hives whenever I go in there.
But the Sea People, there are five of them, a family, consisting of mom, dad, second dad, and two kids, both girls. Some families have more than one mom, some are even larger, pair bonding is pretty chill where they’re from, unlike here. There were more of them at the beginning of the journey, but as they starved their bodies became part of that bubble thing they traveled in… which might account for it being alive. I don’t know, but I will try and test that hypothesis, unlike Dr. S….
Maybe I can bring them back to life from the bubble… I need to find out what happened to it.
I also need to figure out how to transcribe their names, they don’t really translate…
August:
“August, is that…”
“An asshole? I suppose it is, my dear.”
“There’s light on the other side.”
“So I guess we just… push through?”
“Well, we can’t go back. Oh, I can’t go back. The sausage…”
“Alright, Evelyn, take hold of my hand. I’ll go through first.”
The membrane, I suppose you’d call it, was soft and spongy, puckered, of course. Wet, everything was wet, gooey. I pushed my hand into the opening, feeling the sphincter tight around my arm, cool air on the other side. I pushed my head through…
“Right on time,” My Intercessor smiled at me. I pulled my head back in.
“It’s the courtroom. Our trial.”
“No.” Evelyn gripped my hands. “Wait, I have an idea. Do you have anything sharp on you?”
“Just this pen.”
She snatched it from me and stabbed it into the anal wall, pulling downward and opening a large gash. The body in which we were trapped trembled as Evelyn stepped through. I followed to see her slash through another pink wall and step through. I dove after her as she disappeared into a dark void.
“Evelyn, where are you going?”
“The vagina!”
There was no choice but to follow. We tumbled through a soft, fleshy, curtain and into a dark expanse of woods.
“Eve!!! Girl, we were wondering when you’d make it back.”
A group of ladies, oddly dressed, in costumes of what appeared to be from many different ages and places, gathered round us. Evelyn beamed at me.
“August, it’s Hell. We made it to Hell.”
