Aug
28
August 28, 2011
7:15 and I wake up as a piece of meat marinating on my sheets
The morning has prepared me well-done and I’m ready for the thanksgiving dinner table
I pissed out the sun this morning hot, yellow piss. I could feel it tickle my urethra.
I felt my head, my brain moved like a grape under summer
At the mercy of my piss, banana colored piss, I just sighed in relief in rhythm to the throbbing of my brain.
And I sighed in relief and awe, feeling the cold sweat drying under my armpits laughing in my head at the mercy of my hot yellow, sun colored piss.
And all the while, between the head throbbing and the warm pissing, all I could think about was how mother nature is one sick son of a bitch and she doesn’t give a shit about nothing.
