Pineal Discharge

Short stories. Unrelated scenes of violence and bizarre vignettes.
Some(most) of these stories contain graphic violence,sexual content and drug use. Also , lots of fucking language and shit. So yeah , viewer discretion is advised? Not for children. Unless you're one of THOSE children.
Yeah , you know who you are.


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When I was a young boy-around 9 or 10-I visited an ostrich farm in southern California. I was a timid lad and felt very nervous around these giant birds , looming over me like feathery skyscrapers. The head ostrich herder-I believe his name was Jimmy-explained that ostriches were docile animals. They were virtually harmless. Jimmy was , as they say , a fucking retard. This young man obviously knew nothing about these batshit insane , flightless avians. He encouraged me to go up and pet the brutes. He led me by the hand-which , now that I think about it , was very creepy considering I was a 9-10 year old-to the front of one of the ostriches. This thing bobbed its head back and forth , observing this little boy and creepy herder. Its long , flexible neck craning forward to get a better look. Jimmy reached out to bring the big bird closer.

The big bird responded by delivering a massive , flesh ripping kick into Jimmy's abdomen. I heard screaming and closed my eyes when I felt something like a rubbery garden hose land on my face and torso. When I opened my eyes I saw that my clothes were covered in blood. I also seemed to be tangled in some kind of slippery tubing. I started to pull it off of me and some of it tore open , spilling a vile smelling fluid onto the dusty ground. Jimmy groaned. I felt a tug and realized that Jimmy was pulling on the pink rope-thing wrapping around me. Then , it occurred to me , I was tangled in Jimmy's entrails. I screamed and kicked at his guts , trying to get free. I puked on my shirt and Jimmy followed suit. I finally tore through the viscera , scrambling in the dirt as the creepy herder fell on his face. Dead.

My parents never took me to any kind of bird-menagerie again.

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