This bowl of ice cream is much too cold for me to hold. The cold stings my
hands but I cannot let go. My fingers are numb, blue with frost. My mind is
numb, the ice cream tastes wonderful. This bowl of ice cream is much to big for
me to hold. I can barely wrap my arm around it. Maybe I should just set it
down and eat it as it makes a cold imprint on the floor. The water that emits
from the coldness sticks to the outside of the container, but I don't want to
let go. The chilling languid feeling of the ice cream washes smoothly over my
searching tongue. I eat and shove spoonful after spoonful of this wonderfully
fattening processed milk product into my waiting mouth. I eat faster and
faster, the whole back of my head hurts like goddamn hell! My brain freezes, my
tongue is numb. I drool out of the corner of my mouth. I still have a lot of
ice cream left. I still want to eat it! Oh goddamn, I stick my head into the
container, chewing the soft ice cream. The bitter cold gives away as my face
presses further and further into the container. My face stings, a thousand tiny
pins stick into it as my nerves go overload! I love this goddamn ice cream! I
brace myself on the edges of the container as my face gobbles down mouthful
after mouthful of gob! My head is exploding, bright white spots appear in my
vision. It feels like I've been sucking Slurpee through a straw for 30 minutes
non stop. If you've drank Slurpee like I've drank Slurpee, you'll know what
excruciating pain I am feeling. My hands are slipping, oh, what the hell. I
release and let my body lean over to this container. My mouth still a moving,
chewing orifice. I love this goddamn ice cream! I feel myself slipping over
the edge. I put my hands inside the container to try to brace myself from
tipping in, but the soft, wet, cold mass gives away easily. I fall into the
container. I'm immersed in ice cream. This is so great. I'm upside down
inside a container full of ice cream. I feel myself sliding downwards, my body
working with gravity as I keep falling in. I keep eating, eating hordes and
hordes of this delicious ice cream. I'm still sinking inside this ice cream. I
don't care. I have all this ice cream to eat. My entire body is within the
container and buried under ice cream down. It is very cold. It's colder than
jumping into the ocean in the middle of the night, butt naked. I'm shivering
uncontrollably, my appendages wiggling. A seizure takes control, but my mouth
is working fine. I'm still eating this delicious ice cream. Its so cold
though, but this delectable smooth food is still traveling down my gullet. I
think I've had enough ice cream now....but its too late. I'm trapped inside a
large never-ending container of ice cream. I'm slowly traveling downward...
toward hell. I'm moving ever so slowly. At this rate, it'll take me
forever to get to hell. Might as well keep eating this delicious ice cream.
I love this goddamn ice cream.
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