Issue No. 1, Summer 2012

Giant Eats, Has Existential Crisis
Timothy Moore

Giant Eats

I SO HUNGRY! LIKE DYING I SO HUNGRY AND THEN I SEE HUMAN MILKING COW. I GOBBLE MILK FROM BUCKET. MILK GROSS. THEN I EAT COW. COW SCREAM LIKE, “maaaahhh.” THEN I BITE HUMAN. THEY SCREAM LIKE, “ahhhhhh,” HE SAY, “don’t eat me” AND I SAY, “YES I MUST EAT YOU” AND THEN I EAT HIM! I BITE HIS HEAD AND THEN HIS SHOULDER AND HIS CHEST AND HIS STOMACH AND THEN I JUST SWALLOW THE REST! THEN I FALL SLEEP ON HOUSE. HOUSE MADE OF STRAW AND WOOD. HOUSE HURT BACK BUT STILL, I SLEEP.

Giant Eats Again

I SO HUNGRY! BUT FIRST I POOP ON GROUND! I SMELL BAD I THINK BUT NO ONE TELL ME. I WIPE BUTT WITH TREE AND BUTT HURT (ALWAYS IT HURT). I FIND SCHOOL AND CHILDREN OUTSIDE PLAY. CHILDREN SCREAM! I SAY, “I DO NOT EAT YOU CHILDREN!” BECAUSE I DON’T EAT CHILDREN BECAUSE I GOOD BUT STILL THEY RUN AND MAKE ME SAD. AND THEN EVERYTHING GO RED SO I STOMP HANDS ON GROUND AND THEY FALL AND I KICK SCHOOL AND THEN I GRAB FIVE CHILDREN AT A TIME AND I CAN’T CONTROL ME I THROW THEM IN MOUTH AND I DO EAT THEM, THEY JUST KID BUT I SWALLOW THEM WHOLE! THEY SCREAM DOWN MY THROAT! IT ECHO AND TICKLE UNTIL THEY STOP AND THERE IS QUIET. THEN SCHOOL TEACHER SAY, “how could you eat them?” AND I SAY, “THEY MEAN AND TASTE LIKE SUGAR LIKE CANDY” AND SHE SAY, “you are monster” AND I SAY, “YOU ARE DESSERT” AND THEN I EAT HER FEET AND SHE SCREAM AND I EAT HER LEG AND VAGINA AND STOMACH AND SHE TASTE LIKE SAD SALTY CRY AND I BURP HER FOR HOUR UNTIL I FIND RIVERBED AND I SLEEP ON RIVERBED.

Giant Has Existential Crisis

WHEN I WAKE I NOT THAT HUNGRY BUT SAD FOR EATING CHILDREN. I NAKED SO I COLD TOO. SCHOOL TEACHER RIGHT. NO ONE LOVE ME. I ALONE ALWAYS. WHY I EXIST? NO GIANT EXCEPT ME. I DON’T REMEMBER EVEN FAMILY. LIKE I BORN FROM SKY OR FROM GROUND. OR FROM POOP. I CRY. I FIND FAMILY OF DUCK IN RIVERBED. WHEN I SAD I EAT TO SATE PAIN. I EAT ALL DUCKS BARELY REGISTER AS FOOD SO SMALL QUACK QUACK. THEN I PEE AND MAKE RIVER YELLOW GREEN AND ACID. I SCRATCH SKIN AND EAT SKIN FLAKE. I EAT ME SO I KNOW ME AND SO I KNOW I TASTE TOO. I TASTE LIKE SAND AND ROT. I WISH SOMEONE EAT ME BESIDES ME. DARK SO I FIND VALLEY AND I SLEEP AND WANT SLEEP FOREVER.

Giant Rages Against His Continued Existence

SILVER KNIGHT WAKES ME. HE HAS SWORD AND HELMET AND FLAG. HE SCREAM, “you eat children, you bad” AND I SAY, “YOU RIGHT! SLAY ME!” AND HE TRY TO SLAY ME HE CUT LEG AND POKE AT TESTICLES. TICKLES. HE STAB MY TOE AND I FEEL TICKLE. I DON’T WANT TICKLE I WANT HURT SO I SCREAM, “WILL YOU SLAY OR NOT SLAY!” AND HE SAY, “i try” BUT HE NOT TRY ENOUGH AND I SWIPE TO PUSH HIM AWAY AND HIT HIM TOO HARD AND HE FALL AND HE DEAD. I TRY TO EAT HIM BUT HE TASTE LIKE METAL GROSS SO I DO NOT EAT HIM. I DO NOT EAT.

Giant Has Seething Breakdown

I FIND VILLAGE. VILLAGE BIG WITH MANY HOUSE AND FARM AND SHOP AND CHURCH AND COBBLESTONE. TINY HUMAN SCREAM. I EAT HUMAN. I EAT SO MANY HUMAN. I WAIT FOR HUMAN TO REVENGE AGAINST ME BUT ALL THEY DO IS CRY. I ASK, “WHY DO YOU NOT REVENGE AGAINST ME?” AND THEY DON’T ANSWER THEY CRY SO I SAY, “I WILL EAT UNTIL I AM REVENGED AGAINST.” SO I EAT OLD LADY. SHE TASTE LIKE SMOKE. I EAT DOG THAT TASTE LIKE CAT. I EAT CHILDREN SO EASY TO EAT CHILDREN NOTHING MATTER NOW. I EAT PRIEST. PRIEST TASTE SOUR LIKE LEMON TREE. I EAT NUN. I EAT ANOTHER NUN. NUN SCREAM AND SAY PRAYER AND I EAT NUN. I EAT ALL FARMER. FAMER TASTE LIKE PLAIN. I EAT ALL COW AND ALL HORSE. I GO TIRED BUT STILL NO REVENGE. I TEAR HOUSE ROOF. I SET FIRE TO HOUSE. I SMASH CHURCH. I POOP ON CHURCH. I SLEEP ON MY POOP AND FIRE. DAY IS DONE. DARK SO I DREAM.

After Meal, Giant Dreams

I DREAM OF GIANT BIGGER THAN ME, BIG AS MOON WHEN ROUND AND RED. GIANT SAY, “I EAT YOU” AND HE EAT ME STARTING WITH STOMACH. WHEN HE OPEN MY STOMACH ALL PEOPLE FALL OUT, ALL CHILDREN LIVE AND ESCAPE AND I CRY I SO HAPPY! EVEN DUCK ESCAPE AND I DIE BUT SMILE AND HE EAT ME AND NOW THAT GIANT IS THE MOON AND THE MOON HAS MOUTH BIGGER THAN WORLD.

After Giant Dreams, An Idea

WE BORN TO BE EATEN, RIGHT? BUT IF NO ONE BIG ENOUGH TO EAT YOU THEN WHY YOU EVEN BORN?

Giant Waiting

I CRY OUT TO SKY. SCREAM TRAVEL FAR. I EAT BIRD IN SKY BY JUMPING. I BURN FOREST AROUND VILLAGE. I BURN THE BURNING VILLAGE. I PICK TEETH WITH BONE. I GATHER SKULLS AND MAKE SICK GRAVEYARD OF VILLAGE. I SMEAR BURNT HOUSE AND BURNT SHOP WITH POOP AND I PEE IN FLAME. I MASTURBATE EVERYWHERE AND SEED FALL ON DEAD GRASS LIKE STICKY HAIL. I SAY THAT I AM KING OF HATE. I VOMIT HUMAN GUT AND SMEAR HUMAN GUT ON CHURCH AND SAY, “THIS IS NEW RELIGION. WORSHIP GOD OF RUIN.”  I SLEEP FOR MONTH.

Then

TODAY I WAKE FROM SLEEP AND YOU ARE THERE ON NOSE. YOU SMALL AND HOLD KNIFE TO MY EYE. YOU LOOK LIKE YOU FROM VILLAGE. LAST BOY SURVIVE. YOU HESITATE AND LET ME TELL STORY. BUT NOW YOU KNOW I AM DESERVE DIE. WHY YOU HESITATE? YOU SO SMALL. BUT YOU MUST. PLEASE. KILL ME. TRY. YOU WILL BE BIG AS EARTH. TRY. EAT ME AND YOU WILL NO LONGER BE HUNGRY. TRY. TRY OR I KILL YOU AND DIGEST YOU AND POOP YOU LATER. CHOICE IS YOURS SO WHAT YOU DO NOW?


Timothy Moore is an editor at Ghost Ocean Magazine. He has work upcoming or published in Red Lightbulbs, Nap, Thieves Jargon, and the Chicago Reader. He also blogs feverishly at readmyblogplease.com.