"I Glide" Glide ('11)

>be me, bonky
>i'm with my pickle horse-man pal, pickle horse-man
>although it's tough calling him a pal right now
>because we're in the thick of the jungle
>and we're lost
>we're looking for a tree
>and all the trees look the same
>we keep sending each other pictures of tree we're looking for and comparing them
>and sending photos of the jungle in front of us just in case the right tree is there in front of us
>i'm getting dizzy
>looking at jungle
>and pictures of jungle
>and jungle of jungle
>when suddenly i hear a voice
>"hey, you two! throw in the towel! look up!"
>We both look up to see what the voice was talking about. We were shocked to see an egg with blazing eyes beaming painful radiation down at us from atop one of the trees.
>We were about to run away but the voice spoke again.
>"Do not worry, horse and horse-man-kind. I'm the guardian of this jungle, here to help you."
>"your radiation is killing us!" we shout
>"oh sorry. let me check my settings. okay. there."
>we scream louder as our teeth shatter like a wine glass
>"hold on."
>blood shoots out of our eyes
>"please hold."
>my tongue turns into a liquid and i swallow it
>"just a moment longer."
>pickle horse-man has bloated into a huge bag of fluid with some pickle horse-man features floating around on top
>"there!" the egg says
>We both look up to see the egg had turned into a beautiful slick ribbons of energy, bound at the center like a sort of butterfly.
>"thank you for your DNA and psychological profiles, suckers!" the butterfly shouts "sorry i mutated you not sorry, bye!"
>and it flies away into outerspace
>i try to scream
>but no sound comes out
>we just stand there in awe, our mouths gaping open, too stunned to move
>we were lucky this is the worst of our fate
>i roll pickle horse-man onward
>we still have to find the tree
>we're more careful though
>we don't raise our voices
>and most of our texts are factual and stripped of any negative connotations
>and this peace that prevails between us
>it starts drawing us to new and interesting places
>places of wonder
>of true beauty
>histories of places gone
>chiselled into stones the size of skyscrapers
>we find graffiti
>it's a picture of the egg that irradiated and mutated us
>it's irradiating the word underneath it
>the word read:
> "NIMBY"
>that's awesome.
>i mean, i guess that punk's name is NIMBY
>what a dick
>the sky darkens and thunder roars in the horizon
>or
>it's the tree beneath us shaking
>we ride out on a limb and look down
>into the etheric blue fog
>we see horror
>far below us we see climbing neon tree-curse
>it coils and creeps, serpentine and metallic
>unfolding itself
>it radiates a sickening warmth
>i collapse
>but pickle horse-man says
>we have to try
>pickle horse-man rolls up onto my back
>he's wet and sticky
>he grabs a big, sturdy leaf
>i gallop off the branch
>i leap
>we sail through the air
>bouyed by the occasional jet of warmth from some distant world below
>into effervescent blue skies
>past trees the size of planets
>swooping and weaving
>we don't know if we'll find our proper tree
>we've lived as wanderers for so long
>maybe this is our destiny
>maybe it only feels like a curse
>maybe our actions
>and the things enacted upon us
>all have bearing in some greater string theory
>but for now i'm intent to glide