Inside lives an animal diseased with hate.
My fingers turn discolored,
Then the rotting aroma comes out of my mouth.
Blinded by palms that whisper "Guess who it is..."
An inchworm; a collision,
I send an image: A human dies and I don't see it.
I eat more food with maggots squirming in it.
Evacuation. We cross the bridge.
Which one of us will be first?
Tell me, who's gonna win?
I throw up once it hits my stomach.
I'm recovering from an Ileostomy, having had my colon removed because of a m'fing tumor. I've got this stoma on my belly that I now excrete through into a fucking bag. Not happy. But Thou have put a smile on my face with this. Life's a bitch then you die. Best thing to do is make sure you've got a good soundtrack- and this is an amazing one moggydon