hermit_king
03-10-2014, 10:32 PM
WHITMAN: There is something that comes to one now and perpetually …
I always thought it should not be about my bleeding anus - but it stayed. That was the time they put me in a brutal prison inside a cold room - my anus was still bleeding. Bright red blood - nothing maroon or black about it. Just bright red blood! Something must have been swollen? Or something was split? Or polyps? All inside my anus?
It was cold and freezing - and I was dying a slow and painful death. But the bright red blood stream - with no discoloration - with it’s own privacy - kept me alive for more than they expected. I tried to take a selfie of my bleeding anus - but it was hard to shoot it accurately. And my captors told me that perpetually bleeding anuses like mine are so spiritual that it’s forbidden to take her photo - just like Allah is beyond images.
They told me human blood freezes at 31.1˚F - and they lowered the temperature of the room - but the blood stream never froze. And I hung on - despite the severe blood loss and the almost ‘singular’ cold.
WHITMAN: Then if we die we die together, (yes, we’ll remain one,) …
I told that to my anus repeatedly. I was bored but alive. Days passed. Months. Just before a year completed - they were afraid - and released me. The world outside had changed by then for the worse. It was snowing perpetually - and the universe was not in order - blood was not in it’s own place. People dying in bedrooms, street-corners, spas - everywhere - for bloodlessness. I started selling my bright red rectal blood at a very high price. People begged for it. They said it’s the only miracle available to restore peace and order - purer than the King of Kings!
WHITMAN: I’m larger, better than I thought / I did not know I held so much goodness.
I kept increasing the price. There is still no discoloration. At some point my anus became unkind by her own prowess. And I supported her. She started behaving like a block of ice - with a certain coldness to her pilgrims. Then the day came when she restrained the stream - and more people started dying again (ugly and scary deaths). They started begging in front of us. We ignored their offerings - like a thousand perfect men, a thousand beautiful women, designer outfits and many others. They failed. They feared to execute us - and thus failed again. But, at least there is still some bright red blood! Miracle! Not everyone is fortunate! But some still are!
Sheer listlessness as years passed by. But, we eventually lived ALL together. Many deaths. But we still lived. Hideous deaths. But we still lived. Together we became colder. But we lived as there was still bright red rectal blood. Controlled but still invigorating.
We lived - even the pathetic she-walrus - with her cubs playing around her.
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I always thought it should not be about my bleeding anus - but it stayed. That was the time they put me in a brutal prison inside a cold room - my anus was still bleeding. Bright red blood - nothing maroon or black about it. Just bright red blood! Something must have been swollen? Or something was split? Or polyps? All inside my anus?
It was cold and freezing - and I was dying a slow and painful death. But the bright red blood stream - with no discoloration - with it’s own privacy - kept me alive for more than they expected. I tried to take a selfie of my bleeding anus - but it was hard to shoot it accurately. And my captors told me that perpetually bleeding anuses like mine are so spiritual that it’s forbidden to take her photo - just like Allah is beyond images.
They told me human blood freezes at 31.1˚F - and they lowered the temperature of the room - but the blood stream never froze. And I hung on - despite the severe blood loss and the almost ‘singular’ cold.
WHITMAN: Then if we die we die together, (yes, we’ll remain one,) …
I told that to my anus repeatedly. I was bored but alive. Days passed. Months. Just before a year completed - they were afraid - and released me. The world outside had changed by then for the worse. It was snowing perpetually - and the universe was not in order - blood was not in it’s own place. People dying in bedrooms, street-corners, spas - everywhere - for bloodlessness. I started selling my bright red rectal blood at a very high price. People begged for it. They said it’s the only miracle available to restore peace and order - purer than the King of Kings!
WHITMAN: I’m larger, better than I thought / I did not know I held so much goodness.
I kept increasing the price. There is still no discoloration. At some point my anus became unkind by her own prowess. And I supported her. She started behaving like a block of ice - with a certain coldness to her pilgrims. Then the day came when she restrained the stream - and more people started dying again (ugly and scary deaths). They started begging in front of us. We ignored their offerings - like a thousand perfect men, a thousand beautiful women, designer outfits and many others. They failed. They feared to execute us - and thus failed again. But, at least there is still some bright red blood! Miracle! Not everyone is fortunate! But some still are!
Sheer listlessness as years passed by. But, we eventually lived ALL together. Many deaths. But we still lived. Hideous deaths. But we still lived. Together we became colder. But we lived as there was still bright red rectal blood. Controlled but still invigorating.
We lived - even the pathetic she-walrus - with her cubs playing around her.
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