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Wretched scummy bedbugs gnawed at my toenails, themselves overdue for a clipping. Her apartment wist alwis filthy in this manner, esp. the bed. Voices droned on and on about nothing. I had forgotten her taste for bland talk radio. Curtis and Kuby. Rush.Even Imus in the mourning, She said it helped insulate herself against idiocy befour she even stepped foot from the place, which she rarely did ennyhow. Breakfast was in progress -- I could hear dishes breaking, ground beneather bare feet, cereal handfuls crunching happily wither oversized incisors, her bridal white razor blade straight teeth. I thought of the sound of our sex last night and pictured the neighbors cowering in fear, hands shaking so badly they can't even dial nine one one. Then I recall that she has no neighbors and the building is empty for at least two apartments in each direction. I pulled the bloodstaiedn sheets off the bed and ran my hands over my body to see if anything still bled. My tongue probed for chipped or broken teeth, castaways on the pink sea of my gums. There was a wobbly molar and I prodded and poked it. It would later drop unceremoniously into my mushroom and bacon omlette. From the kitchen, which she liked to call her laboratory, there came the sound of dischordant singing. She owned no albums, no cassettes. All of the music she ever herd wast overherd in walking, wafting from open transoms, blaring from boxes and tinnily muffled from headphones beside her on the subway. She sang like an animal and no domestic paperweight do I speak of, but a rapacious jungle denizen, now, a feral and staggeringly beautious creature, she sang withonesty and pain, hunger and love spitting soul from her lips to drib drap and drip down the cracked walls of chipped paint... She was possessed of the ripe, milky white bosoms of robust health and childberth, betwixt or upon which the errant bits of egg and bacon would nestle, seeking, perhaps, the warmth and comfort of the earth mother body which they had not known in their short, suffering lives. I thought to myself 'How alike we are, there dead bits of flesh and mysalf, each being cooked and callously singed for the delight and benefit of others whom I cannot see, flotsam endlessly circling wondering, pondering, seeking in our downward spiraling journey our own taste oflesh, a bit of joy, a moments love....
Breakfast soothed the turgid insides of mine like ambrosia to the troubled mind. Crunchy bacon bits evenly spread within a just crisped egg replete with tender bites of mushroom and slivers of onion. Black Spanish coffee saw to the ceremony and on wenthe pants, up wenthe shades. Light streamed eagerly into the room, trying in vain to cuthrough the smoke of two post fast cigarillos and the heady scent of cannibis. I heard the freezer door seal 'whop' and she spooned a tablespoon full of coconut ice into my cafe sin leche. She sipped and watched me expectantly over the rim of her cup. The sativa bubbled and popped the champagne cork of my right brain and the plots, plans and schemes began to totter pell-mell down the grey lumpy hills of my mind onto the prostrate tongue and outhrew the lips...
What's the skinny she inquired, ast soon ast I parted mine lips to sake unto herr. She suckled one greazy finger and inhaled noisily from her cigaret. Smoke whorled in plumes from her delicate unpierced nostrils. She was devoid of bodily modification, no steel, ink or machine parts, no donor organs, no regenerated body parts. Her mind was clean of the instant learning tools that populated the world educational sys now like tiny diodes lighting up on vast topography of the globe. All knowledge wast her ain, learnt und assimilated through first hand experience. She despised milk and all of its offspring including cheese, curds and whey.