Transgressive Adventures of Roris Coctis, esotericist and savage (September 2015)
by Zack Kouns
During a basketball game in the sweltering Summer heat, I espied my lost and lonesome little lover walking by, staring at me with eyes full of loss and longing; a girl I'd loved so desperately when I was much younger and who could still call pain into my throbbing heart. We'd been rather cruel to each other, our parting was bitter for us both; desire is cruel and love is ecstatic and wild when humans have the courage to truly love. She slipped into a wooded area near the court looking over her shoulder with a glance that urged me to follow her and I excused myself from the game to do so. There was a rugged path carved through the stinging nettles and briars and I rushed carelessly and blindly toward the sound of her footsteps tramping through the brush. I hurried toward her body and her tenderness and the pain in our hearts; I voyaged toward our bodies fused and silence and mouths on mouths soft and eternal. Near a clearing I thought I'd overtaken her; her light step had fallen silent. When I burst into the field, I came upon an old invalid in a wheelchair: his long, white thinning hair was streaming with sweat and he smelled like piss and shit. He was glaring at me with the most sincere contempt I'd ever encountered and he pulled his pecker out slowly as I stood there too shocked to stir. It was a filthy, uncircumcised organ that looked like a wilting flower and he dug the head out of the mounds of loose skin and began pissing foul streams of blood while he stared up at the sky with a look on his face that recalled a god creating an obscene world. Disgusted and full of intense rage, I grabbed a sturdy stick and started bashing his profane and hideous face in; repeating until I was too tired to lift the stick any further. His skull was crushed in and someone would have had trouble identifying his face as ever having human characteristics. I threw the stick down, journeyed through the woods to where the basketball game raged. I said my farewells and drove into the deep, dark night.
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