The Enema

Enema

en·e·ma (ĕn′ə-mə)

n. 1. The injection of liquid into the rectum through the anus for cleansing, for stimulating evacuation of the bowels, or for other therapeutic or diagnostic purposes.

Sky of fire. A heaping plate of carefully mashed potatoes. So much seasoning, but not too much to exterminate your appetite. As far back as last years harvest, I have endured a multitude of flashbacks that are almost too far away from this material world to grasp. Currently, I am sunken into a velvet chair, peering through a key hole in a door that leads to a place I rarely go. Outside. Yes, that is correct, I am a recluse. As pathetic as it may sound, I have very good reasons. My sights have lead me many times to a tear in this putrid wallpaper plastered in my apartment. The walls have a dash of formaldehyde from the previous owners smoking addiction. Or maybe they were taxidermists? I get up to investigate and come to discover that the tear is some kind of portal or passageway. My curiosity is peaking and I can't fight the urge to just escape reality by releasing the floodgates to my fears. I submerge my hand deep inside. The air inside felt almost tangible enough to pull out from beneath the surface of the wall and shape it into a fetus. Some how I am not perplexed that this just showed up in my apartment. I'm feeling more intrigued since the day I first watched snail porn. It was such mystics that made me feel warmth. An ode to my guilty pleasures will ring forever. So, my daughter and wife have just been killed and I want to escape the nightmare that has been gripping my thoughts nice and firmly. No big deal. My creativity has been suffocated for so long. I can't shake my greatest folly, manic bipolar schizophrenic ultra depression, with of course a twist of lemon. I've been exhausted by my mental state. But hey, I'm pretty hardcore. Many know me as a death rocker. I've always been too lazy and stubborn to seek help. I guess my pain and suffering is finally being rewarded? Haha. I'm kidding and constantly oozing with sarcasm. I've already been rewarded with a new ego, I'm always in need of a new one after a horrific masturbation session. So....How about you come and join me on this trek? We could ease the pain with drugs, sex, and drugs. I've got nothing else to lose, not even my sanity. Blah. Bleh. Cough. Don't even think about jumping to any conclusions about me...I'm just a natural pessimist. A rebel.