That Burning Sensation ...
By CaptainLarry
Sometimes I sit by myself and slowly go all purple. The wind blows through my hair and I wonder if Satan is as good a guy as all of the advertising suggests, or whether it is all a load of shit. I look up and notice on the window, a small inanimate object clinging to the glass. It appears to be a spatula. "Interesting," I say to my self. I wonder if he has had tea yet. If I was a spatula clinging to a window I'm quite sure that I would be hungry, especially considering the temperature.
Later I will ponder the significance of my existence and wonder if Nitro is really as fun as all that.
Words stare up at me and I can see a glow the end of the Purple. It seems to be in the middle of a bush, perhaps blackberry, or if I'm very lucky, poison oak. Damn. There in the bush is stuck a cute little bunny rabbit. Where is the Night Stalker when you need him.
"Come I say, sodomise this beastie for me." The night smiles. I object. Later that day a threat arrives. Sometimes it doesn't and sometimes it does. Underlying it all though is the fact that I know that I am. Answering myself I wonder and think morbid thoughts as slowly the burning sensation reaches my brain. "Ow," blood will clean it all up. Where is a knife when you need it.
The sun rises over the hills a deepest Azure. For I live in the Under Realm, a place where nothing is the answer, and all is a matter of survival.