Some more election musings...
Hold it in, thought the brain to the mouth, hold that breath for just a little longer. The mouth acquiesced to the brain’s whims and Carter held his breath for 47 seconds longer than his competitor, Niles.
On the walk back from the contest, Carter saw an opening in the conversation, as big as a five yard hole that two 350 pound meat grinders carve for an African American running back (at the writing of this story there were no European American running backs on any team, be it college, high school, European, NFL etc, that had two 350 pound meat grinders carving holes like a young Jack the Ripper working on a fetal pig in science class (full disclosure: Jack the Ripper didn’t have science class and never practiced on fetal pigs. He preferred whores. He would seduce them with a whistle that started at a b flat and worked it’s way up the scale, this would tickle the Ivory scented throats of these robust young demons swaying back and forth on the cold streets of London. They would approach a striking young man, deep set eyes (why do killers always have peculiar eyes?) his mouth still pursed from the whistle and anticipating a kiss. Oh, they would feel anticipation to as the cleaver swung forth. Oh, the brain, the monitor of the five senses we live by! How that brain wishes it could turn off the sense of feeling. A little morbidly curious to keep the eyes open, the smell of decaying (already?) human flesh, the sound of one’s alien voice, the vision of one’s loved parts scattered across non-sterile floor (but who cares?) and the feeling! Oh, the feeling of leaving this world with a crescendo, like the operas of old, the symphonies of our past where conductors would fire cannons at the end to wake the audience from their stupor, now the mundane pleasures of whoredom were escorted out like they used to escort Johns to their non-marital bed! Oh, there were rapes, beatings, thievery and everything else you could imagine, but never a knife piercing flesh, never the primal howlings from the human animal (well, to be fair, there was some of that, but it was an act then! Here is life and it is coming to a close!
On the walk back from the contest, Carter saw an opening in the conversation, as big as a five yard hole that two 350 pound meat grinders carve for an African American running back (at the writing of this story there were no European American running backs on any team, be it college, high school, European, NFL etc, that had two 350 pound meat grinders carving holes like a young Jack the Ripper working on a fetal pig in science class (full disclosure: Jack the Ripper didn’t have science class and never practiced on fetal pigs. He preferred whores. He would seduce them with a whistle that started at a b flat and worked it’s way up the scale, this would tickle the Ivory scented throats of these robust young demons swaying back and forth on the cold streets of London. They would approach a striking young man, deep set eyes (why do killers always have peculiar eyes?) his mouth still pursed from the whistle and anticipating a kiss. Oh, they would feel anticipation to as the cleaver swung forth. Oh, the brain, the monitor of the five senses we live by! How that brain wishes it could turn off the sense of feeling. A little morbidly curious to keep the eyes open, the smell of decaying (already?) human flesh, the sound of one’s alien voice, the vision of one’s loved parts scattered across non-sterile floor (but who cares?) and the feeling! Oh, the feeling of leaving this world with a crescendo, like the operas of old, the symphonies of our past where conductors would fire cannons at the end to wake the audience from their stupor, now the mundane pleasures of whoredom were escorted out like they used to escort Johns to their non-marital bed! Oh, there were rapes, beatings, thievery and everything else you could imagine, but never a knife piercing flesh, never the primal howlings from the human animal (well, to be fair, there was some of that, but it was an act then! Here is life and it is coming to a close!
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