Beginning 

Cold water began to drip down from my skull. I felt it like a million spiders birthing themselves from my hair. They were laughing at me. They assembled at the tip of my spine and assimilated into a thin snake whose tail flicked my nose hairs with annoyance. His skin was rough like sand,  He knew who he was, He knew who I was. His tail disappeared from my sight as he worked his way down my spine; until he resembled a hitchhiker with two broken thumbs. No where to go. 

I plead with him, offering lives and sanity. I had no hospital tabs open, so I couldn't get him fixed. I found it easier to buy my shirts a size too large.

I moved.

He ate from my ass, living off shit so I didn't have to. He cleaned my glasses with no water or friction. He lived and I lived,                       in constant inconsistence, in rooms with shifting walls, in marked corridors responding to the impersonal advancements, the metallic Deities, the distancing Gods, the destruction of man's universal home by and by, the celebration in secular towns worshiping the distance only questioning             How to further it. 

I took hold of the skin of my stomach and stretched it for miles. He wept, 

                                                                                                              NI wept. 

I tried to shit, but I could not.                  

     I only made love.