fifth day the body was shed of the miasma. the body was no longer plagued by the rejecting, the diarrhea, the vomiting. it had started when the finger accidentally touched the hot grill, there was a sizzle, the skin blistered instantaneously, the body reacted, the legs buckled, the color faded, bile entered the mouth, the acid attacked the teeth, the body emitted a terrible groan. once in bed the body could not settle. the idea of failing entered the body, there was much fear of the deterioration.
the eyes of the body looked out of the window upon the city, disdain, abhorrence, the fear�this animal eats this animal and this animal eats this animal and this animal eats this animal and this animal eats this animal�
the body never considered it self to be violent.
the eyes of the body enjoy scanning the morning paper. the information never gets beyond the optic nerve. the body disposes of its waste, urine through the penis, stools out of the anus, the body coughs, blows the nose, cleans the wax out of the ears. at first there is repulsion, but over time the body starts to admire the waste, the length of the stools, the color of the urine, the reek.
the body was not drunk. there had been no alcohol, no partaking of narcotics, walking home the body felt impelled to kick a dog. the dog was minding its own business. the eyes caught the dog in the peripheral vision, in a dark back street. it was a small dog, though it contained the reek of a large dog. the legs of the body simply carried the body over to the dog and the feet kicked the dog. the dog whimpered. the leather shoe that fitted the foot snugly smashed into the dog�s protruding ribcage. the dog fled quickly as though its life depended upon it. the body had no intention of killing the brute, only to kick it. the body suddenly felt elated, light, full, it was as though two balloons were being inflated under the ribcage.
the body was perplexed by a boil on the neck. the body was perplexed by the boil because it found the boil beautiful, its structure, the yellow puss that seeped during suppuration, the red inflamed skin, the pain that it emanated. the body wished for scrofula. after the yellow viscous puss, after the translucent bile there is a trickle of blood. the blood soon coagulates.
the next day the body retraced it self closely but it could not find the dog to give it another kick. if it had come across the dog it would have given the brute two, maybe even three kicks. the body smoked and rested against a wall. it was dark. across from the wall was a small home. it had four windows and a door. walked over to the house and looked through one of the windows. a middleaged couple was sat around a fire. they were eating and watching the television. it looked extremely cozy in there. took a few steps back and launched the fist through the window. the glass shattered. the middleaged couple screamed instantaneously as though the house was falling down. the fist of the body was cut deep and blood spurted out. by the time the body got home the blood that had ran down the wrist, arm and legs had congealed, flaked.
into the limp hand the body places its penis. the hand is a beacon of pain. the penis is erect. it is a strange compound for the brain, pain and pleasure.
clean the hand, antiseptic cream, fresh bandage.
the body went back to the house the next night. a wooden board had been placed over the window that had been smashed. the middleaged couple was not at home.
no work could be achieved. the hand was throbbing. the hand was now the center of the body�s being. the body disliked this.
spots of blood had permeated the pristine white band of cloth. undid the knot. slowly removed the bandage. the wound was black and the fist discolored. two of the knuckles were protruding like the dog�s ribcage, desperately wanted to experience the feeling, the foot was craving the sensation, the memory was fading. stuck a finger into the wound and opened it up. spurts of blood. the pain was intense. a trickle. gagged violently. split the deepest laceration. it was no longer hemorrhaging. it now had lips. it was white, red and then an impenetrable blackness. the body rubbed the erect penis against the lips. the lips responded. they became bloated, inflamed, there was much lubrication. the penis penetrated the wound. once again a spurt of blood, like copulating with a virgin. it was a strange compound for the brain, pain and pleasure. the penis ejaculated into the wound. white semen with specks of blood dribbled.
the foot now void of the sensation, the penis spent, the wound deflowered, the body reclaimed. there is now a craving by the body for amnesia complete.
VILLON
RABELAIS
ARISTOPHANES
STEPTOE AND SON
THE GOONIES
