I feel my mind driven hard like a rental car in Montana, where the speeds limits know now bounds and the deafening wind menacingly burns the smile from your face. I scream bits of grey polluted bronchial particles that pop like rancid popcorn kettles. My voice cracks resilient as lightning while the guttural burn at the top of my bleating hopeless lungs begins to crescendo. The Wilhelm scream, once rasping, twists devilishly primal and syncs in time to the deafening tic-toc of that old piece of shit dusty clock that my ears focus on, banging in my head like a fiendish premonition. The true unexpected Intensity of this uninvited onslaught prompts stomach acid burning green throughout my esophagus, venomously caressing my tongue like snakebite.
I awaken fanatical cursing in spiteful pitch cursing the existence of the god’s that exist in places I have never known or felt. Sweat burns my eyes, falling like five pound tears from a dripping feverish skull.
The nightmares of an existed life flash like a flicker from a heated lighter touching a glass bowl.
I breathe in deep, inhaling noxious fumes of ever-haunting failures and failed penitence. I count the stars that burst through blood vessel bursting, crimson eyes. I lose count as a jackhammer slams on my brainstem propelling grey brackish sloshing cerebrospinal fluid to rock side to side in my brain like a canoe.
I light a cigarette and stare at the stucco ceiling. Today is another day.
