I wrote this to Assy Assman, and I pulled it out of my own ass in an hour. "What is wrong with me?"

I don't know man, I rather not do a thing about any burth.

As for birth I ran into this lady once in a rather fancy party laid on a stone table, naked, oddly enough very pregnant and covered in various otherworldly Sheolic runes painted in blood from an unknown source. She had a pained expression, breathing carefully as she laid there while being overseen by the various attendees in Black Tie clothing. She then moved her head to the side and then looked at me with that strange 'I know who you are and I am happy to see you' face one so rarely encounters from strangers in everyday life. she extended her hand and told me to come closer. She had read hair, long, her eyes where black. She smiled at me and asked. "Would you please hold my hand?" I did as I was told and I had that 'what the fuck is going on?' face that anyone would have here, then a medical team with four nurses and a couple of doctors came in, all wearing their inoculated surgery garb and a table with surgery tools.

I had no idea what I got into but I certainly that this is an overly fancy and down right creepy birth party, and by all standards birth parties by themselves are creepy in a different sort of way.

I for a moment pondered if this was some sort of designer test tube baby and that everyone in attendance invested in the experiment, which then further confused me because I was asking my self the obvious. "What the flying fuck was I doing here?".

Then it began, the natural processes of birth and her screaming in pain due to her expanding pelvis. I held on tight wondering what a northern European woman wanted comfort from me of all people.

Eventually after what I consider far too long and the most stressful time I ever had while holding on to a slightly older woman's hand watching as the medical team did their jobs as well as they could.

I saw it.

The 'baby' was pitch black, blacker than any know natural skin pigmentation, with no arms or legs, or genitals of any kind, or even a face, nothing but a batch of bloodied skin on top of it's skull. Then it's faced glowed and it floated in the air while a floating pair of scissors cut-off it's own umbilical cord.

Then' it's face glowed an almost blinding white and I saw as some sort of robe of light manifested and wrapped it's self around the impossible child.

Then white, all white.

A second later I began to wake up, I was covered in dried up blood, and naked in what appeared to be a public restaurant restroom, I was in one of the toilet stalls, which I got off from and I promptly left. I then opened the door and I saw that I was in a Denny's, I closed back the door, and decided to go back to the toilet stall, close the stall door behind me, and just wait until an employee walks in so that I could ask to use the restaurants phone.

I, was too confused to really even trey to make sense of anything, and just decided to try and remain clam until I got home.

Yeah that is all I got for now.