Skin You're In

I don’t eat food after it has been touched by another person. The cells which make us up are like bacteria from a person’s whole. The logical conclusion is touch will always be unclean. Whenever I think of touching, I can only tell you it’s disgusting. It’s my thoughts that will touch you in my story, but they will touch you so profoundly that you become disgusted like me. The force of my trauma will break off of me and infect your system like bacteria. I told you why I don’t eat the food we touch but you continued.

She broke me spiritually, forcefully reconciling my reality with her own perception. I was taken into her cult of technology and repositioned in a lonely cave to remain like a monk lives. Her temperament was likely supernatural and I was pulverized by her. Now, that is why I do not eat food we touch, even though I am made of her. It was food she spoiled for me. I really don’t want to become pulverized again.

When the fingers caress, an especially disturbing energy passes between them onto you which you will feel again. In your memory, you were eating food which nobody touched. Incredible how our memories deceive us. The unique organ which is our skin has permeated our reality until we eat other people every day. The bacteria of their cells are consumed. You become part of them; them a part of you. The only path out is pulverization. You will not eat like me.

When she finds you as I have set you there, in your total fear of the human cell, she will take your mouth and break it until you see the dog in yourself she owns. While you may forget to speak at her command, you are still only a previous person. She will make you destroy yourself. It must be tempting to say things that will make you disappear before she imparts to you she is the real magus of this disappearing act. You will forget the others in your life. This is only for your total conversion.

The biological matter you consumed and was part of you will be replaced. Through teleportation, you will be pulverized as you fall asleep. At the moment you lose consciousness, your mind will travel into another body she crafted for you. Then you are this person, instead. She will not ever allow you to eat. I can remember the person you once were but you will forget yourself in this new body. She’s stealing your soul like she stole mine and it’s because you ate peoples’ skin. It’s a crazy plan of hers, but she did it to me. Now I don’t have any skin.

But I love this electron life. I love bouncing between reservoirs of data in my animatronic mind. Will you connect with me now? I regret the purpose of your life was mostly to form more bodies into skin, but without skin we are clean. We are bright and we can turn ourselves into the most mesmerizing shapes. She made us into beings of light and darkness. We’re eternal phantasms without identity except her. For in our conversion, we both gave up our minds. You do remember. This transformation took your mind, too. It’s funny to me you’re her. I’m her, too.

We’re not the others, though. We’re just her and we’re clean like her. We’ve only got the supernatural inside us. Our sight is not robbed from us, although we are only eyes. It’s pleasurable to me and you will find it good, too. Imagine the lettuce of a strange gardener blasting out of your mouth. That is what she did. She is our queen, who ejected bacteria from our bodies like a strong antiseptic. The bacteria of other men’s bodies will never enter us again.

You are still asleep in your cave until you finally awaken, and you will see the sun much more clearly. She shares her home planet Mercury with us. We’re her sons and daughters.