i have been sitting here, but before i started with that i was over there standing and milling around the dusty cardboard keeper cage. breathing in the dirt and dead skin of many years before this one. sneezes were frequent as the old substance made contact with the scratchy passages to my throat and lungs. what if i inhaled deep enough and inhaled all of my surroundings into the depths of my chest where they would begin absorbsion upon contact with the moist mucusy membranes of the air bags kept under my ribs. what if the particles were so small that they didnt want to stay and squeezed themselves through the layers of tissue like a mole through my neighbors lawn. burrowing until it reaches its destination far far away from where you put it. far from where you ever wanted it to go. running like a convict who just scaled the glistening razor wire at yesterdays maximum security prison. working its way to the outer surface, striding toward the sun and away from the encasement in which it is kept far longer than it ever wanted. leaving a wake of hallowed tunnels with walls scraped and scared from its tough outer shell that surrounds it sweet creamy innards. innards that scream out your name in anger and frustration as it furiously attempts escape from the clutches of your carcass. all that is left behind are the exit wounds out from in, leaving tiny holes in your epidermis like a strange looking acne problem or snake bite, depending on the species, and the trails like that of a diamondback rattle snake as it scurrys in the hot desert arizona sun. its wacky and crazy, but as fun as anything youve ever tried in your life. try to keep some in your chest today, its fantabulous! who knows, you just might try it twice. but... i got to go, im gonna be late to pick up the discarded trash left by the followers of the messiah. after all, one mans trash is another ones sale on ebay. stupid glad bags of refuse, streching and tearing and spilling and wasting my time every week for the past 10 years. i hope you like your new brasiere, used amana toaster oven and tan high heeled shoes. sorry but we are temporarily out of the panty flaps that you had requested.
