steak and kidney punch

The day began with a big, "Fuck you." The odor of something once delicious, now spoiled. The perfect metaphor for my life. Eager and full of life, the curiousity of the everyday driving my childhood into the monstrous shit cyclone that awaits. With every day the toilet of life gets a little more backed up.  Obviously the previous owners flushed used condoms down the toilet, rookie mistake. All it takes is one. Next thing you know there is semen-shit everywhere. Funny, safe sex will garner you a shit filled basement, but unsafe sex will reward you with a beautiful fuck trophy. A glistening mass of untarnished flesh awaiting the meat grinder of their own destiny. Don't worry babies are boneless, so they digest easily. The French. So suave but so disgusting, like that grease poop, I get those once a month, generally of transparent nature. the odor is unmistakeable. it doesn't quite smell like shit. more like if my shit took a shit resulting in this unholy placenta of oil. As if my body is trying to tell me something,  but who the fuck is listening? Not me. Who's gonna listen to you? You're just a follower, you do what I tell you. The journey continues down the hall way I end up in a kitchen but not a normal kitchen more of an abortion clinic. I can tell that's not a porterhouse that waitress is serving. I know a fetus when I see one. You'll have to wake up earlier than that to fool me. After my breakfast I continue into the cesspool of ideology and nonsense like a Tourette's kid trying to spell with his alphabet soup. I spelled herpes, or was it Hermes? Who the fuck fucks cars? I don't. Burritos, they're just Mexican wraps. who are people trying to kid. "Oh I'm healthy I'll take a wrap." call it what it is you dumb cunt, a wrap. I digress. Lunch time-  The hustle and bustle of the cafeteria is deafening to the untrained eye. Good thing I brought my mittens. "One Salsbury milkshake," I say to the lunch dwarf. she hands me a vessel filled with my soul. "Yummm. just like mom used to make." Velociraptors are horrible people. The day becomes dry. As if I inhaled sawdust through my anus expelling it into my own lungs. I'm quite parched. Perhaps I should rest. The eels melt from the sky like in the picture books. Hag-fish devour a stillborn sperm whale. As the sun sets I look back on all of the victories today has brought. Everything I have accomplished: Nothing.