Free Beef Seminar
I am nothing more than bloody bones - more like ham with rice - all fouled up and rotten. Smashed and putrid, laying in wet cardboard boxes surrounded by trash and the smell of death. Greased and hideous, pustulent and viral, oozing forth with yellow matter - oh god and the stench - the stink - such that the mind goes limp and the eyes roll back.
Brain falls into blackness. Swollen meat pulsates with pain and shards of glass and red hot embers infiltrate the softest parts sending searing pain from the irritated nerve endings up the broken spine to the base of the brain. Night filled with screaming anguish.
Pain - my only friend - do not leave me now as I descend through the most heinous and hideous layers of unforgiving, scorching sleep. Awakened by amber liquid involuntarily gushing from my mouth, I see that I have been blinded in one eye - caught on a nail as I slumbered through vomit-filled trembling nightmares. Cold hard pavement and glass are my pillow now.
Rain comes and washes filth from the skin into open wounds and sores. Back to the panic, now turned hopeless again. Moving on broken and infectious feet across a narrow street and channel of water. Falling into sewer mud and drinking in liquid waste and excrement, near drowned. On the other side, a boot in the head sends us reeling back into the sewer, near the pipe hole.
Scrambling up the pipe now avoiding sight, clinging to the sides as blood flows from most places. Crash and again up. Finally, a break in the blackness. Light beams through holes in a street cover and illuminates a dry place. Old, rotten grass has dried and makes a less-than-sweet but most comfortable bed.
Suddenly a rat emerges and dies within reach. An old sewer rat, at the end of life, becomes food for my aching stomach. Sleep finds me fast after a meal and I rejoice in the warmth of the rotten grass. Blood flow slows to a trickle. For the first time in a month, I am at ease.
