implants & extractions
My foot is fucked, what the fuck. So I suppose after weeks of doing my makeshift tribal dances bare foot in the backyard while singing like an intoxicate rock star, god has finally decided to mount me with a strap-on. Woke up at some 4 a.m. to rid the bladder of the excess; first step out of bed… bam… prone like an overnight floater off some long island pier. The three main points of contact ‘my left foot’ (a good movie as well) has with the ground feel swollen but they are not. Every other step I face feels as if I'm being greeted by a carpenters nail. Jesus was a carpenter. Is this some twisted form of stigmata. I am your messiah… & this is my compound!