《The First Corridor of Old Works》Chapter 69: He Felt The Womb Swallow Him

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Once he passed this -

he felt the womb swallow him; his mind on Theust, all Theust, one tiny – the mental discipline required had killed men – every atom on this one concept of essential non-difference, essential agreement, essential mindedness towards this entire reality of the way things were that he did believe in...

not only believed in but trusted, loved, and especially, feared and hated. Anything outside what was already all-encompassing – one tiny thought elsewhere, flash of concepts he couldn't even identify in here, and he was betrayed - swallowed entire, in the way that was permanent.

- inglobulated into womb; -

Defecated out in brown liquid pieces/after of course they had - after of course the iron drills pierced his skull and vacuumed out the contents of his brain. His thoughts, his reality, his being/conception of his self; the thing that tethered his soul to reality - childhood memories, his childhood, was vacuumed into the back end of the womb.

And his organs, every cell, atom, those recyclable, those reusable, these of course, were used for – the various uses they were put to – nothing wasted, no thought, no disharmony, no memory; everything biological tethered to reality: the various components of which, these stored in separate globules in the various chambers of the womb he was inside.

They were all the same, used elsewhere and later, he knew, completely – this was also Theust – all, and just if he couldn't reach quite the insane pitch of completely agreeable; completely obedient, completely unthinking/completely hateful, completely – he loved, he loved, he loved, and hated all that was extraneous. He loved and he loved and he – outside it was only irreducible savagery and more than anything want/death, he loved, and he had to -

only safe in the arms of the womb that licked under his prick/only safe in that totality

– that thing that was everything and all he was permitted to love.

He screamed/screamed it

He screamed

as the liquid filled his lungs and the -

Theust!

All that he was permitted to love.

Theust.

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