i started this new painting. I continued to smoke while painting it. it was truly taking on a life of its own, or a face of its own; my paintings are always faces for some reason.
Suddenly the paintbrush seemed to be moving in my hand with strokes that I was not controlling and the painting became even more abstract so to say. I tried to stop my hand from moving. But some force was painting for me. I tried to move, to get up, and to get away. But my eyes were frozen on what was forming on the canvas. My hand moved quickly, dipping into the yellow, the reds, the blues. Circles and spirals formed with eyes and lips.
this went on non-stop for an hour. Till I finally yelled
"its done! Let me go!"
my hand stopped moving, but it was shaking now, my whole body was shaking as I stared down at this painting I wasn't even sure I had done. It took on different faces inside the biggest face. I stared down at it. its lips suddenly moved on the canvas and said
"what do u think dumb ass?"
I know I hadn't smoked that much, and I jumped off the fuking couch and dropped the painting backwards, so I couldn't see anything but the back of it. my cat was sort of sniffing it, when it flew on to its painted side real quick like, now its fuking eyes were blinking and little bloody tears of paint seemed to run down to its circular chin.
Its lips moved again.
"don't just stand there u moronic imbecile, go get a tissue and wipe my tears away, hurry up junior!"
I grabbed my head with both hands.. mumbling..
"calm, calm, this isn't happening, get a hold of yourself man…."
"ofcourse this is happening u fukin retard!" its lips said.
My cat began to hiss at it.
Then a huge stretching tongue ripped from the lips and canvas, a long greenish pink reddish tongue slapped up into my ear and began licking the inside of my ear erotically.
That's when I ran from my apartment screaming at the top of my lungs in nothing but a pare of Speedo paint splattered underwear, smoke dangling from my mouth. I ran out into the woods near my house and walked and walked and fukin walked, till I got a hold of myself. it had to just be a hallucination I thought to myself. I went back finally opening my door very slowly, slowly I walked into the next room ware the painting was. it was turned around on its back again. My shaky hands flipped it over. And there was nothing but a blank white canvas staring back at me.
"this cant be, but, I know what I saw, this cant be.." I mumbled….
That's when my cat came up behind me and scared the shit out of me.
"bah! awwwwww!!!" I screamed, as he snuggled against my leg.
"fukin aye" I said, picking the lil critter up, and stroking his face.
" did u like the painting I did?" the cats lips suddenly moved
"what the fuk?" I said dropping the cat. And running to my bathroom to vomit.
When I turned around out of the toilet, there it was, the fukin painting had been done..
The cat strolled up next to my shaking body and said..
"so what do u think of the painting?"
This story Copyright 2002 Nicholas Morgan.
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