Oracle in Marshmallow Village

There was somebody in Marshmallow Village that could tell me and my three awful twins our future, so we decided to go up ahead to meet the little buggy lady. We all went there in our own different ways: one of them flew with his wings, the other swam through the rivers with their limb flippers, the other one melted her body and flowed herself through the soil, and I hopped, while picking flowers, with the springers in the soles of my feet.

There a beautiful, voluptuous woman was sitting in a lawn chair, with a crown of suns on top of her, at the top of the temple, her four eyes focused on the four eyes who all arrived at the same time.

“Tell us my destiny, my girl,” my sibling said, and the woman showed him what awaited him.

There he was, in front of a screen, staring back, but he was older. He had a disgusting wrinkle across his face and revolting eye that wouldn’t stop spinning back and forth. There he was in a restroom, praying to himself, complaining about his lover and saying that he was impotent at last, and then crying and crying and crying, at a loss for words, a loss of life.

“Beautiful! Perfect!” he said, and that was it.

“Say it to me, the thing that I will become,” my sibling said, and the woman showed them what awaited them.

There they was, crouched over in the middle of a room. A big ballroom, rich and full of lights, and there were so many people in the party that it was hard to figure who they was, but there they was, older and gray, but also, laughing manically for they was so alone, and they was so empty, that they were crawling around the floor, scrambling, scratching, licking, trying to get a sensation, any feeling, that the loneliness was going to exist no more. They looked up as they was surrounded by more and more people, who were clapping and smiling, and they all laughed and my sibling laughed too, tears flowing from their eyes, trapped at last, trapped in life.

“So vague and mysterious. I wonder what it all means?” they said, and that was it.

“Declare what my future awaits, please, Madame Boobooloño,” my sibling said, and the woman showed her what awaited her.

There she was, inside a blanket, completely wrapped without any eyes. Behind her trailing, the decomposing bodies of all the people who had wronged her, who had forced her to do things she hated, that had oppressed her, enslaved her, and pulled down her pants when she didn’t ask for it, but she was not happy at their deaths, she was waiting for hers, but when she moved her head to receive it, it simply split it into two, and then into four, and then into hundreds of pieces, and she was still alive, so, her hands moved, and she started to piece it back together, piecing her life.

“What a twist! I expected less pieces!” she said, and that was it.

“Enunciate it, please! I wanna know what fucked up thing awaits me!” I said, and the woman showed me what awaited me.

There I was, with my three siblings, looking at the screen of their futures. Each of the three got their future told, one by one, and they all expressed different levels of sat-and-dissatisfaction at knowing the beautiful futures that awaited them. But when it came to be me, I was instead showed a scene inside another screen of my siblings having their futures told and once that was done inside that screen, the me in that tier got showed what the futures of siblings, again and again and again and so on. So me, in the absolute, most polite way possible said, “Really? This unoriginal, circular bullshit garbage? You have to be kidding me!” and that was it, that was my life.

“Really? This unoriginal, circular bullshit garbage? You have to be kidding me!” I said, and that was it.