About freaks (sketch)

Parisian named Angel was not a beautiful person or at least attractive. And this is not even about the usual human attractiveness, which is so heard by most people who love Parisian streets that they are able to come here at least every year, just to breathe romantic air again. Just an angel had a disease that in a special way was disgraced by his body, his face. Very often, looking in the mirror, the angel remembered himself with a different person. Then it passed. His body covered the grid of ulcers and tumors, which once turned the rather classic appearance of the Negro into a kind of scales. When he was told that it was forever, he escaped. Could not see his relatives, a family that would gradually move away from him. In such cases, people are controlled by a sense of beauty and the instinct of self -preservation, and the abomination into which the angel gradually turned into, would force even a half -drunk innkeeper of the lower class in disgust to turn his face away. The angel wanted to run away, hide, and the disease helped him. Which began, as a slight infection of the skin, it spread through his body, like a forest fire, in an instant of an eye distorting the usual landscape. Now the only thing that was related to the angel with who he was before was the remnants of that memory. She also began to leave, although not as fast as old skin.
The angel was not the only one. At the end of the second day of wandering in Paris, he found streets, about which even the municipality of the city is trying to forget. Just nothing good on them. Nobody lives there, of people, of course. The angel began to live there, among the „nonhumans“. In the end, it is among such such a place. It was then that he was awarded the nickname „Angel“. Just for his attitude to other people. And by the eyes. They were not covered by the next prank of nature, they generally remained untouched. And if, when an angel by another person, this was only attracting attention to him by a factor, now his gaze has become the distinctive feature that every unicum has on these streets. But there were many such unique ones. After all, diseases are also different. And if someone just rotted from leprosy, quietly turning into a corpse, trying to let the next sip of water over the decaying tongue through the esophagus, then some were almost the embodiment of monsters from the best paintings by Francisco Goya.
They were led by the president. A very tall, fat man in, as usual, shabby clothes. His face … A lot of different tumors did not just disfigure his face, they turned him into a certain perverted idea of how some demon that accompanies human souls to hell should look like. His appearance completed when one day he was so swollen so that his beloved Mike could not climb on him, and he had to remove her completely. Then the angel had the impression that he was looking at a small wrinkled devil without a single hair on his body sitting on a sort of hellish cow, a formless piece of flesh, which has a kind of semblance of the muzzle and manages to move on his small legs in search of a nutritious substance, and it does not matter whether it will be something plant or, we say, human gut Mixed with pepper. When the angel looked at the “proboscis” sticking out at the president between the legs, he very clearly imagined how something likes the human guts is selected with a pile and sucks it, a piece of a piece.
Despite this kind, the president was called so not just like that. He was indeed the president of their little “Republic of Beauty of Diversity”, as he sometimes called several small confusing streets, in which those who violated the pleasant and soft picture of the world of most of the main stronghold of romance on Earth lived. Of course, his affairs were not very smooth. For example, when new herbs that bring pleasure appeared in this area, but killing the body, their popularity in the republic was incredible. Only a few people with the president, at the head, tried to confront this burden on the basis of a desire to maintain their mind. And, only once having tried this composition, only to understand what it is, they asked ourselves a simple question: why do we need the mind, what should we lose? They received in return what they dreamed about, but what they did not dare: the opportunity to leave. Go into a very pleasant, warm, soft world that will not reject them until the arrival ends. And they liked it ..
Yesterday, the angel ended the dose and the last money earned, and now he walked with a knife in night Paris, habitually bypassing the light sources. It’s just that it is a matter that to kill someone and get the long-awaited money for herbs, a pass to where they are always waiting for … Having gone to the house, the angel saw the door that could be called one out of respect for its glorious past, in which she probably defended the apartment from not one robber. The angel was not afraid that someone would notice him, at the edge of the city, few packed the streets at such a time, today many people gathered closer to the center. The owner of the apartment was asleep, her snoring was barely heard behind the door, but this was enough for an angel who slightly opened the shaky structure and went inside. Knowing approximately the place where this woman slept, the angel moved to her through the hallway.
There he saw a mirror.
It was dark, but the angel, distinguishing such a familiar outlines, glared at them, as if he had been waiting for this all his life. Unable to resist the temptation, he lit a dull lamp that stood here, stood in front of a huge mirror, where he could see his full height, and in one fell swoop he threw off the hoodie, who served his protection from unnecessary eyes.
His body, obviously, has long crossed the border, behind which his past outlines were guessed. Now it looked like it was blinded by a man with serious mental deviations and poorly moving fingers, so tumor tubercles and cavities of ulcers distorted him. However, in places the body has already begun to decompose. Last night he scratched his right leg for a long time. Now the bone has shine through there. Something similar began in several places. Angel looked at the reflection of his face in the mirror. There was nothing in the eyes. What always distinguished him from people, then the awareness of which warmed him, disappeared, giving way to the void, what was any other citizen of the “Republic of Beauty of Diversity”.
Angel looked at the mistress of the apartment, which continued to sleep serene. “And what’s the point?“ – he thought. Then he left her apartment, not forgetting to cover the door behind him, went upstairs and flew. Just not up, but down. If the meaning of life cannot be invented, then, living so, someday you become an animal. The angel appreciated his humanity too much. He also wanted to get into that world without a pass and stay there forever.
And in Paris a great French revolution raged ..

Actually, the vision of something like that occurred https://gamesnotongamstop.co.uk/ to me after watching a couple of series about dester, reading two books about him, reflections on spiritual and bodily freaks and the following deep and interesting sleep. The sketch was made for half an hour after I woke up.

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The only 3 or 4 typos were, if not a parking line, they are a little in the eyes when reading.

So everything depends on a person, on his mood. If he dreams of such horrors, then good dreams will be equal to the bad. And the larger the range from the most terrible to the most beautiful dreams, the more developed the abbreviation and worldview of man.

To dream of something-it is necessary that the day is saturated, to visit many places in nature. How much I tried in the city – it does not work, only in the park, and then not really. Also with games – even though the simulation of the world is high, and instead of sleep – the abyss. Strange, although no, the subconscious is more cunning – he cannot be deceived ..