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[proximoception]

Comment, and I will write a short sketch of you as a Japanese movie monster in the style of your favorite writer.

(meme creator = wolodymyr)

(Identify your favorite writer unless you'd prefer me to guess.)

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[proximoception.livejournal.com]

Some creatures never examine who they're eating, but Mrs. Megamoto had long pursued a more active engagement. The common practice of monsters was disgusting to her. She installed fine velvet cushions on her lower molars to make comfortable seats and set lamps with delicate shades upon her fangs. The nuclear moon fragment beneath her tongue provided light and warmth. She was able to seat a number of guests at a time, but preferred engaging on an individual basis, even restricting the intrusion of her own exterior members into her mouth salon to a single perfumed eyestalk.

"Do eat me. Your people have eaten away at all I hold dear, and extensively enough, I suppose. I should call it a mercy if it weren't important that my final words convey my hatred. Do you not see how I must hate you?"

"But I do see. Do you not see that I do see?" The narrowing of her pupule at him seemed to indicate consternation, and her tongue glowed unevenly with some disturbance. He softened.

"What do you want of me?"

"I want us to be friends. May we not be? I want to have us friends and to have my friends be yours. To have your friends be mine, if you have any. I want to know you. I only eat you to know you the better."

"I am to be eaten then."

"It is more like a mechanical washing chamber for an automobile. You will see. But only if you wish."

He knew she waited to hear that he did wish. He almost wanted to wish. She set him down gently on the dock. Before returning home they shared a moment of anguished nuclear silence.

[thelican.livejournal.com]

<3

Just sayin.

[wolodymyr.livejournal.com]

Seconded. Kind of winded, actually.