Chapter 11

Pounding on nature

We are all sinners

So I strolled off in the morning sun, I could hear my stomach making its own thunder, I got this flashing images of a big storm inside of me, with heavy dark clouds and an acid rain that fell to the meaty ground within me, lightning’s striking my internal organs in a fierce speed, it hurt like never before, and I had to lean over taking deep breaths of air, or else I would have fallen. My legs were shaking and I couldn’t even open my eyes nor scream the pain was beating its drum inside of me. I felt totally drained of all powers, just like an infant, or no let me rephrase that, an infant could do a lot more than I could right at that moment, I was beyond birth I was as helpless as a blind crippled kitten sleeping on a freeway. The pain fooled with me, made me beg it for mercy, it was embarrassing, and I could feel the tears rolling through the wilderness of my beard. And I begged some more, soon my whole body was shaking it’s almost a miracle that I didn’t started to talk in tongs, after all that shaking and begging, but I didn’t instead I fell to the ground like a beaten ox and soon a cloud of dust surrounds me. And I passed out; exhausted and tormented I was put to sleep before noon had gone to eve.

When I woke up I hadn’t any idea of the time, but it was still morning I could tell, because the park was still empty resting in its own scenery waiting anxiously for the vultures to come and reclaim it, the children, the joggers all of the inhabitants of this god forsaken city. They all feasted on this place, with all of their deadly sins hanging like a chain around there throats of neglects.