There once was a worm. He was a disgusting worm, brown, slimy, ate shit. His parents ate shit. One day he went outside his lair which was the earth. He saw these beautiful green caterpillars. He was stunned. They were eating leaves! And they were beautiful to look out! They didn’t slime through the ground and leech off of water and moisture to survive. They were self-sufficient, beautiful eyes.
The worm approached a caterpillar. The caterpillar had an instinctive repulsing reaction, but he composed himself. The worm asked, “Hello friend, what are you looking at?” The caterpillar responded “What we can all become one day. A butterfly. One day us caterpillars will leave the ground and become floating works of art, with beautiful colors flying among the heavens, drinking nectar, and bringing a smile to every Son of Adam that sees us. “
The worm was stunned. He approached a teacher butterfly saying he wanted to be a butterfly. The teacher felt pity in his heart, but thought “hey, he’s a worm, not much else going on, why not let him live his dreams.”
This worm got the Rocky montage going. He was going to be a butterfly. He got in shape, bent his limbs in cocoon form, practiced hanging upside down - although he would always fall and need to be caught by the caterpillars. He tried growing wings and even jumped off leaves a few times, and out of pitty several butterflies carried this translucent lump of shit. He even tried to grow his wings.
Everyone mocked him beyond his back - look at this fucking worm, pretending to be a caterpillar. But it didn’t matter. The excitement of finally becoming a butterfly gave him motivation.
Months, years past, and one day all his friends were butterflies. He approached the teacher butterfly and asked why he couldn’t be a butterfly. The teacher snapped. Look at you you fucking retard. You are gross, brown, you smell like shit, you digest waste, you are a nuisance to us. Out of kindness we carried your fucking slimy corpse across the heavens, and this is how you repay us? You aren’t a caterpillar, you will never be able to be one. You are a worm, you are supposed to live under the earth and eat shit.
The worm was stunned. He didn’t know what to say. He went back to his family who long since disowned him, he didn’t even know what he was anymore. How could he slither now that he jumped off leaves? How could he eat shit after eating leaves and scraps of nectar? After being with butterflies, he couldn’t imagine going back to his lair.
He went into the mirror and took a huge long look at himself. He was a disgusting, vile, horrendous worm. He cried. He broke plates. He screamed and cursed God - what kind of sick fuck makes a worm this sentient? Why would you taunt me with Heavenly beauty only to curse me to the abyss?
It was evident that the worm had three options. He could snap, tear the wings off a butterfly and put it on himself, laughing maniacally. But it’s not the butterfly’s fault, and he would meet his death with butterflies pouncing on him. He could continue along his path, being a pudgy little worm trying to blend in with the butterflies in levels of delusion that aren’t possible without some level of insanity. And one day they would remember our worm, the pudgy retarded worm who seriously thought he was a butterfly. Even his eternal memory would be one backhanded joke.
Or using his knowledge, he could become the most vile worm of the abyss, where there is no sunlight, but rotting flesh, mucus, and garbage. He could break into the rotting corpses of American presidents and devour their flesh. He could be the Worm god, so vile and disgusting that one day an archeologist would dig him up and would vomit at the size and disgusting repulsiveness of the worm.
What path does the worm take?
The worm approached a caterpillar. The caterpillar had an instinctive repulsing reaction, but he composed himself. The worm asked, “Hello friend, what are you looking at?” The caterpillar responded “What we can all become one day. A butterfly. One day us caterpillars will leave the ground and become floating works of art, with beautiful colors flying among the heavens, drinking nectar, and bringing a smile to every Son of Adam that sees us. “
The worm was stunned. He approached a teacher butterfly saying he wanted to be a butterfly. The teacher felt pity in his heart, but thought “hey, he’s a worm, not much else going on, why not let him live his dreams.”
This worm got the Rocky montage going. He was going to be a butterfly. He got in shape, bent his limbs in cocoon form, practiced hanging upside down - although he would always fall and need to be caught by the caterpillars. He tried growing wings and even jumped off leaves a few times, and out of pitty several butterflies carried this translucent lump of shit. He even tried to grow his wings.
Everyone mocked him beyond his back - look at this fucking worm, pretending to be a caterpillar. But it didn’t matter. The excitement of finally becoming a butterfly gave him motivation.
Months, years past, and one day all his friends were butterflies. He approached the teacher butterfly and asked why he couldn’t be a butterfly. The teacher snapped. Look at you you fucking retard. You are gross, brown, you smell like shit, you digest waste, you are a nuisance to us. Out of kindness we carried your fucking slimy corpse across the heavens, and this is how you repay us? You aren’t a caterpillar, you will never be able to be one. You are a worm, you are supposed to live under the earth and eat shit.
The worm was stunned. He didn’t know what to say. He went back to his family who long since disowned him, he didn’t even know what he was anymore. How could he slither now that he jumped off leaves? How could he eat shit after eating leaves and scraps of nectar? After being with butterflies, he couldn’t imagine going back to his lair.
He went into the mirror and took a huge long look at himself. He was a disgusting, vile, horrendous worm. He cried. He broke plates. He screamed and cursed God - what kind of sick fuck makes a worm this sentient? Why would you taunt me with Heavenly beauty only to curse me to the abyss?
It was evident that the worm had three options. He could snap, tear the wings off a butterfly and put it on himself, laughing maniacally. But it’s not the butterfly’s fault, and he would meet his death with butterflies pouncing on him. He could continue along his path, being a pudgy little worm trying to blend in with the butterflies in levels of delusion that aren’t possible without some level of insanity. And one day they would remember our worm, the pudgy retarded worm who seriously thought he was a butterfly. Even his eternal memory would be one backhanded joke.
Or using his knowledge, he could become the most vile worm of the abyss, where there is no sunlight, but rotting flesh, mucus, and garbage. He could break into the rotting corpses of American presidents and devour their flesh. He could be the Worm god, so vile and disgusting that one day an archeologist would dig him up and would vomit at the size and disgusting repulsiveness of the worm.
What path does the worm take?
