Doctors Wielding Etc.

Doctors wielding sharp scalpels are creeping out of the murky darkness. Nurses with needles are running in the blood. Hopping about the hospital autonomously are various instances of standalone guts, which begin attacking the nurses and the doctors, who fight back by stabbing and jabbing. Monsters are climbing out of the pit of death. Psycho patients are tearing off their straightjackets. Unborn babies armed with forceps are pretending they’re the witches from Macbeth, while ill-clad zombies inspect a feeding tube. A metal blade swings straight out of Hell. There are bodies rotting on the battlefield. Demons rip through the drapes of your canopy bed. Slime oozes over the floorboards. There is a choice cut of beef displayed on a plate. Flowers are growing in a pot. The sky is clear blue. Children are at the playground, using the slide. Rabbits graze in the grass. A family is having a picnic nearby. The women who are wearing pretty blouses wave to their friends in the summer house. Infants are breastfeeding while ponies gallop around. Everyone loves this country. A waterfall is glistening in the sun. Birds are singing. People are ambling on the footpath. There is a giraffe standing still. “In the Wild, Wild West,” explains a voice over the loudspeaker, “Cowboys and Indians play a game called ‘Shoot Em Up’.”