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YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO THE IMMOLATION:

THESE FALSE GODS
IRRADIATED WITH OUR LUST
AND FREAKED WITH COLOR
WILL UNDERGO ROOM-TEMPERATURE CREMATION
BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES
WATCH THE FACES SHIFT AND COLORS CRUMBLE
COME ONE, COME ALL
THIS IS THE HOTNESS YOU'VE BEEN DYING FOR
THE RETINAL ASSAULT BEGINS HERE!
I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT EVOLUTION
AND WHERE THE NEXT CHANGES WILL OCCUR
I AM IMPATIENT TO SEE THIS HAPPEN
I WANT MY EYES TO EVOLVE
INTO SOMETHING BESIDES PASSIVE RECORDING DEVICES
I WANT MY GAZE TO TOUCH YOU
I WANT YOU TO FEEL ME LOOK AT YOU
I WANT TO BE ABLE TO STROKE YOU
OR STRIKE YOU WITH A GLANCE
SO I STARTED MAKING THIS NEW STYLE OF ART
AND ITS DOING SOMETHING TO ME
BECAUSE WHEN I LOOK AT THESE PIECES
I FEEL A ~THUD~ IN MY OPTIC NERVE
I CAN FEEL MY BABY BLUES
EVOLVE INTO WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION!
I WAS AT THE SUPERMARKET CHECKOUT,
FLIPPING THROUGH THE TABLOIDS
MY EYES PASSED OVER SHINY IMAGES.
OUR COLORFUL 21ST CENTURY ICONS:
S U PERM ODELS
TER R O RIS TS
PORNSTARS
PO LIT ICIANS
AD DIC T S
ACTORS
LIKE A BUTTERFLY COLLECTION
NEATLY PINNED AND LAID OUT
A TARGET FOR MY ATTENTION
I COULD TASTE THEM
WITH MY EYES!
I FELT MY HEAD SPIN
LIKE I WAS FALLING INTO A VORTEX
I SAW COLORFUL SPIRALS BEHIND EVERY FACE
PULLING ME IN AND DOWN TO THE CENTER.
THE SPIRALS WERE AN INVITATION
THE SPIRALS WERE THE DOUBLE-HELIX
THE SPIRALS GAVE ME SOMETHING TO FOCUS ON
THE SPIRALS MADE THEM TARGETS
I WAS LOCKED AND FULLY-LOADED!
SUDDENLY, I FELT LIKE I HAD CREATED THEM ALL
LOVED THEM LIKE A GODDESS -
THE RICH AND FAMOUS AND BEAUTIFUL
BELONG TO ME.
I WANT TO CUT THEM UP INTO BITE-SIZED PIECES
AND FEED THEM TO MY CHILDREN!
BUT FIRST I WOULD PAINT THEM
CHANGE AND MODIFY THEM
GET DEEP INTO THEIR CELLS AND
IRRADIATE THEM WITH EXCELLENT MUTATIONS
GIFT THEM WITH EXQUISITE BEAUTIFUL CANCERS
THAT ONLY I COULD CURE...
...WITH ONE BLINK OF MY EYE!
AND JUST FOR GIGGLES,
I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE RAD TO PAINT TARGETS ON THEM
AND SET THEM LOOSE IN THE POPULATION
GIVE THE PLEBES SOME GUNS
( HOORAH! WE'RE IN TEXAS! )
AND TELL THE GREAT UNWASHED:
" AIM YOUR WEAPON AT
THE CENTER OF THE SPIRAL"
EVERY TIME WE POINT & SHOOT
WE LEAVE A LITTLE HOLE
IN OUR TARGETS
AND OUR SOULS
WE MAKE A BANG
AND THEN A WHIMPER
I KNOW THIS IS THE WAY
THE WORLD ENDS!
SO I STARTED LOOKING CAREFULLY AT THE FACES AROUND ME
I WOULD SUBVOCALIZE A LITTLE CLICK
WITH MY TONGUE ON THE ROOF OF MY MOUTH
CLICK! I SNAPPED A MENTAL STILL OF YOU
I MADE A SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT NOISE
THIS TIME WITH MY FINGERS
POP! I SHOT YOU BETWEEN THE EYES -
WITH A SILENCED AUTOMATIC
I STARTED PLAYING THIS GAME A LOT,
AND I CALLED IT
THE HUNTING OF THE FREAKS!
IF YOU LOOK AT THEM LONG ENOUGH
YOU WILL WANT TO HUNT THEM TOO.
THEY WILL STARE BACK AT YOU!
THESE GRAVEN IMAGES ARE MARKED FOR ~DESTRUCTION~

YOU CAN'T WORSHIP GODS WITHOUT VIOLENCE
SO, I JUST SLAM THEM WITH COLOR.
BEAUTY - OR - DEBASEMENT…?
YOU TELL ME.
I COULD GIVE A FUCK
I JUST LIKE THE WAY THEY LOOK
~Illustration by Lisa Grant / Written by Jon Klein