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Brain excrement.
Feb. 29th, 2012 12:39 amI had an urge to write something last night as I was going to bed so I sat down n wrote this nonsense. It just came out without thinking. Dunno why I'm posting it but what the hell else was I gonna do with it. Anyway...
Sweat pouring from every inch of my body I stumbled out of the dark ally and into the street. I felt almost blinded by the sunlight. Tears streamed from my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. Wax, thick and warm began oozing from my ears and down the sides of my neck. Slimy green mucus cascaded from my nostrils, running around my mouth and off my chin. A woman wearing a suit gave a dirty look as she passed by, and spat on the pavement behind me. I lurched forward into the road while babbling and drooling like an infant. My bladder and bowels began emptying themselves. Piss ran down the front of my legs and shit ran down the back. The two substances mingled in pools at my feet. A toothless old vagrant guffawed and danced a jig. Something hit me from behind. Something big. I was propelled several meters through the air before landing flat on my face. The air had been forced out of my lungs and I struggled to get it back in. I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees. Blood trickled from a long gash that ran across my stomach. A bus driver knelt down beside me, muttered something in Spanish, pulled a blade approximately ten inches in length, and committed seppuku. As he drew the blade across his stomach, my own stomach opened up like a pencil case being unzipped. Intestines spilled out, making a satisfying wet plopping sound as they hit the ground. Our intestines spread out across the tarmac and mingled. The bus driver’s eyes rolled back in his head and he dropped to one side. I tipped over onto my back and began grabbing handfuls of intestines, not caring or knowing if I was holding his or mine. I held them aloft and began laughing maniacally. One section burst, and waste rained down over me. I coughed and spluttered as I tried to laugh through the torrent of crap. The toothless old vagrant was now out of breath and so stopped jigging. He gazed at me and appeared bored. A youth in a tracksuit attempted to kick a pigeon but missed. The toothless old vagrant guffawed again. The youth sniffed and jogged away. The toothless old vagrant farted then moved on. I put the intestines down and grabbed hold of the bus drivers wrist in order to look at his watch. “Nearly tea time.” I thought. “I’m making a curry tonight.” I thought. “Enough messing about for today.” I thought.
Sweat pouring from every inch of my body I stumbled out of the dark ally and into the street. I felt almost blinded by the sunlight. Tears streamed from my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. Wax, thick and warm began oozing from my ears and down the sides of my neck. Slimy green mucus cascaded from my nostrils, running around my mouth and off my chin. A woman wearing a suit gave a dirty look as she passed by, and spat on the pavement behind me. I lurched forward into the road while babbling and drooling like an infant. My bladder and bowels began emptying themselves. Piss ran down the front of my legs and shit ran down the back. The two substances mingled in pools at my feet. A toothless old vagrant guffawed and danced a jig. Something hit me from behind. Something big. I was propelled several meters through the air before landing flat on my face. The air had been forced out of my lungs and I struggled to get it back in. I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees. Blood trickled from a long gash that ran across my stomach. A bus driver knelt down beside me, muttered something in Spanish, pulled a blade approximately ten inches in length, and committed seppuku. As he drew the blade across his stomach, my own stomach opened up like a pencil case being unzipped. Intestines spilled out, making a satisfying wet plopping sound as they hit the ground. Our intestines spread out across the tarmac and mingled. The bus driver’s eyes rolled back in his head and he dropped to one side. I tipped over onto my back and began grabbing handfuls of intestines, not caring or knowing if I was holding his or mine. I held them aloft and began laughing maniacally. One section burst, and waste rained down over me. I coughed and spluttered as I tried to laugh through the torrent of crap. The toothless old vagrant was now out of breath and so stopped jigging. He gazed at me and appeared bored. A youth in a tracksuit attempted to kick a pigeon but missed. The toothless old vagrant guffawed again. The youth sniffed and jogged away. The toothless old vagrant farted then moved on. I put the intestines down and grabbed hold of the bus drivers wrist in order to look at his watch. “Nearly tea time.” I thought. “I’m making a curry tonight.” I thought. “Enough messing about for today.” I thought.
