Experimenting with Roman Numerals Day XXIX

. be warned , this post is a vast continuation beyond the realm of the previous post , and it is much more frightening . If you are afraid of worms or the color yellow then perhaps you ought to cower now .

As i was saying , the humongous mechanical thing was odding me out , and i thought i might join the Ghostie under his tree and point too . Perhaps its pointing was a defense mechanism , but i couldn't think how it would help , nor did i want to be within spitting distance of a Ghostie ; it is rumoured that their spit is globular and can cause slime to accumulate

I turned tail and ran .

Apparently the government was alerted to the situation , because over the next hill i fathomed a battalion of flotilla , dune flotilla , accompanied by heliocopitors and stray u-fos . They were aircraft carrying worm trawlers that trudged via treads over the plains and dunes and tree-lined avenues and they waved huge metallic cannon guns and felt out the oppression with air feelers and ravaged the farmer's crop for its fuel guzzling coffers .

Being between the raging worm trawlers and the floating hell-machine was maybe the craziest thing i had ever done , and not consciously done : my brain was contused ; drugs were in order . I looked about for a way out , maybe a hole to fall in to , or a ditch to convalesce in and ride out the storm . I relished not the flying armaments and the flotsam it would inevitably havoc on my body ... i wished my pieces to remain in intimate conjunction to one another.

The worm fleet neared , it was cresting and the other-worldly gargantuan -gadget -dripping- floater approached from my rear, borne by the wind ; i saw gun-toting saucers exiting through a rear sphincter and begin their circling maneuvers .

I tripped maniacally awash in afear , and so i stumbled . As i fell i saw it before my eyes ; a door .

The door was covered , thick with vegetation and mildew , and who could know what horrors lay beyond its rotting jams . No way out , because the guns dipped and steam whispered out from their maws . The saucers spun and coalesced into tight vees then swept forward in formation attacking the land-crushing worm army . I pulled at the weeds frantically and tugged at the door handle ; it was rusty and slimy wet and my fingers could find no purchase .

It was doom awaited me ... doom , but the hinges complained and the ancient crust that held the door gave way just as the hell-machine dove and let loose its thunder at the earth .

i fell into the hole i'd made , and the door slammed shut behind me .