I can’t commit myself to writing this. I have responsibilities that I am neglecting.
Perhaps of interest: Car, by Harry Crews.
It is Herman, at once loving and rebelling against the car, who decides upon the ultimate adoration and ultimate sacrilege: He will eat an automobile. His inspiration is seized upon by a hotel operator, who turns his establishment over to the historic event. A ballroom is set up for daily performances. A coast-to‐coast television contract is signed and a satellite hookup to Japan arranged. Each day Herman enters the ballroom and consumes a half‐pound of Ford Maverick; the metal has been cut from the car with a blowtorch and melted into small, swallowable pellets. Then, later in the day, he returns to sit upon his “throne” — a toilet—and pass the pellets into a pan; afterward they are melted down into miniature Mavericks and sold as key‐chain souvenirs.
I wish Engine Boy had survived long enough to buy a piece of this man’s shit, but alas he passed out immediately after trying to replace his own heart with a spark plug. Died right there on the floor like a little dumbass.
10/10 i cried when the boy gave a rousing speech about his dream of being an engine
As the author, the most compelling part to me is when he replaced his organs with engine parts thinking it would work. There is genuine creativity in that moment. He’s rejecting biology itself, along with the sociobiological prescription for what a boy should be. Then he immediately dies. Within 10 seconds.
edit: no question fucking dead.
I found a YouTube link in your comment. Here are links to the same video on alternative frontends that protect your privacy:
This made me laugh, thanks
Machine Man - Max Barry
“That’s a Nice Grill” by The Minute Hour only it’s an engine instead
